Perpetrator

You might have wandered,
you might have stood still.
You might have let loose,
you might have been thrilled.

You might have been bold,
you might have listened,
you might have kissed
and you might have missed it.

How are we to know?
How are we to know?

You could have been a perpetrator,
you could have had a voice.
You could have been a perpetrator,
more than just white noise.
You could have been more than a footnote in the books
of us that just don’t talk.
You could have been a perpetrator,
more than a sad remark.

You might have laughed and
you might have juggled.
You might have danced and
you might have struggled.

You might have screamed and
you might have cried, but
you might have won this
ungrateful fight.

But how are we to know?
How are we to know?

You could have been a perpetrator,
you could have had a voice.
You could have been a perpetrator,
more than just white noise.
You could have been more than a footnote in the books
of us that just don’t talk.
You could have been a perpetrator,
more than a sad remark.

We might have played and
we might have fought and
they might have healed or
just not been taught all this.

And every year at
the christmas table
they wouldn’t cry or
be so unstable.

I guess you were a perpetrator,
I guess this was your voice.
I guess you were a perpetrator,
more than just white noise.
I’m sorry you became a footnote in the books
of us that just don’t talk.
I see you were a perpetrator,
more than a sad remark.