Prophecy

You never said you would do it.
Not in so many words,
but like an oracle you told the future
as we huffed pot fumes in your bedroom
and studied the Delphi.

You said you couldn’t see a future where you existed.
I had no vision for myself, but I knew I would be alive.

You told me you would do it.
I sat at the feet of the oracle.
I heard the words, but didn’t listen
and now I sit,
alone.

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