your memorial is today at 15.30, on the school field, a place you always hated.
i found your bracelet, the dainty silver one. it had been tangled up in my blanket
it was the blanket you always wrapped yourself up in while we laid together
i swear it still smelled of you, i can't even remember the last time you laid next me to.
if you knew that the bracelet you loved so much was just lost in my depression room for months you'd kill me.
you asked me to look for it but i never did, i assumed one of your new vain, cool friends had taken it
i guess we both let each other down.
i considered putting it on even laying it over my wrist, it didn't feel right on my skin.
i considered instead laying it at your memorial, so it would be with your forever.
but you aren't in the school field. it wasn't ceremonial to lay your bracelet at a empty shrine. it was simply littering
i realised i exhausted myself trying to please you again, and you weren't even here
i dropped the bracelet into a small velvet box and left it on my windowsill, i left the window cracked open
maybe you'd return for it.
maybe you'd return for me.
robin your memorial was today
i didn't go
YOU ARE READING
Robin
Short Storyrobin, you had convinced me there was beauty in this world if you knew where to look. shown me how to find joy when there was nothing to be happy about. made me believe i don't have to live for anything other than myself and that that's enough. but...
