Everything we'd been through,
After all of the memories made.
Even I couldn't rid her of her pain,
Or stop her from going down that lane.
Some people have nightmares,
About getting the call.
But me-
I didn't have to dream at all.
She was my drug,
And I had definitely overdosed.
But now all I could see,
Is just an image at most.
I should've said I love you,
One more time.
And kissed her once more,
Just to make her heart rate climb.
I know death is inevitable,
But I didn't think it would come this soon.
For I thought I could show her,
That my love went to the moon.
This was pain like no other,
But I still listened to her audio.
Her funeral,
Was the day after tomorrow.
YOU ARE READING
The Day After Tomorrow
PoetryEvelyn Moore is a girl who struggles with mental illness . She is alone yet so accompanied, powerless yet so powerful, out of control yet in complete control. James Hunt falls irrevocably and irresistibly in love with her, despite her 'flaws'. Can J...
