A Half Empty Can Of Tuna

Before it came I objected its presence, and due to that I spent the following days not coping with the fact that its presence is a reality and I am accepting it,

And though I started having fun, it kept feeling like a load, and I didn't want anything to do with it, and I’ve always wished for it to go away, and tried to avoid the responsibility as much as I could, as it was not mine to start with.

Time passed and that constant pain was never fading, instead it kept on growing, louder and it was present everywhere that it was SERIOUSLY hard to ignore, so you try to cope

But then out of the sudden it went away, with no clear warning it went away, so I start to miss it and realize how uncaring I was toward that pain, how I could have dealt with it and made the days better, and how that neglecting it made it worse, and made it go away

So now I feel like I’ve contributed to it's unhappy departure, broken and sad, and I regret being the reason of that.