Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Flying Fish

He called in 
and said he wanted
wings.

Sure, 
I said,
I'll have them 
ready 
for you.

When he came around,
there were no wings.

I apologized
like a moron.

He threw his
frozen fish
at my face
and left the building.

He really wanted
those wings
and I 
was the worst
person in the world
for not giving them
to him.

I sure as fuck
should have given it
to him.

Instead,
I choose 
to let him go
and chase after
his next
disappointment.

One after another,
he will find them
till he dies
of suicide,
disguised 
as a heart attack.

All because 
I didn't give him
his stupid wings.

Shame,

All he had to do 
was wait
or maybe have
some compassion.

People forget.

You know?

He could've had his fucking fish.

He didn't.

They flew away
along with
the last bit
of happiness
in his  heart.