I could have taken care of myself, fostered relationships, had fun.

I guess I was busy.

I could have loved and laughed, passed on memories.

I guess I was busy.

I could have been the one to knit my sweater, to harvest the malt.

I could have cheered you on, I could have soaked up the sun.

I could have stayed, I could have gone, I should have shone.

I guess I was busy.

I guess I was busy being idle.

I guess I was busy.

The last action was to put the tea bag in. Now the water’s cold, the tea is bitter, a cup full of mold.

I guess I was busy.

Or so I was told.

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