Just Tripping

What about me?
I’m just tripping.
No, I’m not on drugs.
I’m on a stroll…
with life providing an ever-changing scenery.
Do I look back?
No, not as often… as I once did…
when… well, you know…
you left your note.
Was I at fault as you said?
I don’t know.
Partially, yes, but… entirely? No.
Life isn’t that simple,
not if… or when
there’s mental illness.
I did my best,
but I wasn’t the one engulfed.
So now I’m just tripping…
Thinking… pondering…
Will there come another?
I don’t know. We’ll see.
Right now?
I’m just tripping.