As I sit here, next to you
I think of all these moments of time.
The moments of my life, so long ago.
My life was adventurous.
My life had promise.
My life had excitement of new loves, new experiences.
Not everyone gets to live the high life of fun times in West Hollywood’s clubs
the glamorous who’s-who parties in the Hollywood Hills
the adoration and reassurance of self esteem of someone like 2pac noticing you.
The moments you and I shared.
The relationship and things we shared.
All I can think,
while I sit next to you here in court – how did we get here?
Why did you choose not to be part of your son’s life
with not even a care in the world to make sure he was properly taken care of.
Is all you have to say to me
when you sit down next to me is –