Question Poem by Leigh Ladd

You think I'm crazy,
You think I'm depressed.
I'm not the one who had problems
Dealing with my uncertain death.
I have only one key question,
You are the only one who can answer.
Your paradox of declarations
Make it only more unclear.

You say you were stressed,
Well, wasn't I, too?
I lost a month of my life,
I didn't have the same benefit as you.
Obviously it wasn't a very hard choice,
Choosing between me and your 'normal' life.
That's the gain of having someone
Who doesn't have a voice.

How did you feel when you heard the news?
Your face was the first thing that I needed to see.
My husband who I hold so dear,
Your smile, your tears and your love for me.
All of the memories of that day,
For some reason you have avoided,
Blocking it out like it would all go away.

So I ask you once again still searching for an answer,
Where were you when I awoke?
Were you frightened I would bite you
Or grasp at your throat?
If I were to have done that,
I would have done it before,
Striking and lashing,
Then you would be the one on the floor.