I have never been to a funeral before,
it felt like just another day of my life,
except I wasn't the only one crying
everyone around us had the same look on their faces,
that I had seen looking into the mirror,
I spotted Caleb right away,
how could I not?
his eyes where blazing red,
his face tear stained,
he was still in denial,
on his right side,
his mother stood close,
her face burried into his shoulder,
shaking as if her body couldn't support itself,
she looked as if she would collapse any minute,
if you didn't hold her up. She could snap in half.
she glanced upwards,
staring into my eyes,
walking over to me she glances at the flowers I managed to pick,
D A I S I E S.
"Oh, honey, you didn't have too"
she takes hold of the flowers,
staring at them,
like she would have at her own
daughter,
she grasps them tightly,
while leaning back into her sons arms,
Caleb grabs hold of my hand,
pulling me into a hug,
just me,
him,
and his grieving mother.
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scars
Poetrythey say every atom in our bodies was once part of a star. Maybe when i leave scars on my skin, im not dying, maybe im going home.
