seven stages

Anger

dear frank

when i wake up the next day, the first thing i notice is you haven't texted me.
and then i remember.
and i suddenly want to break everything i can see.

why was it you?
why did you have to get sick?
you were a good person, never smoked, average grades, and the perfect boyfriend.

i loved you, frank. i still love you.
why did you leave me?
i can't survive without you.

with that thought, a coffee mug is thrown at the wall, followed with a picture frame, holding a picture of us at the beach that one time.

within seconds, my mother is standing in my doorway, watching me curl into a ball on the floor, repeatedly punching the side of my bed.

frank, i love you.

and i'm so mad, because you promised me forever, but where are you now?

you're gone.

you left me.