If there are any bad choices in this world, it's this-
the loss of hope and the decision to run from yourself.

It's the running from everyone-
including yourself, that was wrong.

This is what left me bereft, bereaved and grieving.
This is the wailing and weeping on the floor every night
and the gnashing of teeth that they so ardently promised me
will meet this here faggot in hell.

I don't know where you are.

And the silence-
it's too hard to tell.