I've always wondered whose nose I had. The realization just so happened to hit me while I was staring down at you. The longer I stared, the more it looked like you were still breathing.
I almost reached my hand out to touch your cold, stiff body to convince myself I imagined it. I wanted to go home. I didn't want to have to greet strangers that were labeled as family, and I didn't want to feel the melancholy aura the room had. I stayed for her, my mother.
She was absolutely destroyed. Another parental figure rid of life from more than just cancer that infiltrated their body. I'm not one to cry at funerals, but I couldn't bear witnessing her in that state. So, I cried as I held her in my arms. Slowly but surely, it came time to leave.
We were walking to the exit when she stopped and turned back one last time. "I can't just leave her here! I can't leave her alone!" Her sobs echoed through the building. I took her by the arm and dragged her away from you. I knew it was best.
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Short Poems
PoesiaJust a collection of my writings. I don't publish super often. If anyone actually reads these then enjoy :) EDIT: I haven't been on wattpad in a while so here's a **trigger warning**
