I've been beating myself up over it all for a while now.
Even if it's only been a week since I got the news.
To think I was mourning the loss of the woman who, in spite of societal norms,
decided to look at a gooey dog-like creature,
(as played by 15 year old me,)
and thought, "I should suck him off."
I may have been the one who started it,
but you handed me the match.
That wound up, being both the start and end of it all.