I was scared
Of him that first time
Scared of what
His grave meant
Scared of that
Feeling of vulnerability
No longer indestructible
I was just a person
Capable of dying,
Not immune
To dangers
And I didn’t even
Know how he’d
Died but
The mere fact
That he did,
Was enough to
Have me running
Home in a blur
Of tears.
I didn’t go out
Again that afternoon
Too afraid that
My legs might
Unwillingly lead me
Back to that grave
Just for another
Look, another
Experience, to get
Closer to that boy,
That young man,
Just to see
Him again,
Just to meet
Him again.
I was captivated
By a force stronger
Than anything I’d
Felt before.
It was the tug
Of something
Beyond humanity,
The very fabric
Of life and death
Calling to me.
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The Loving Dead
PoesieVerse novel. It was a long summer, until she discovered the grave. The boy buried 6ft under. The love of her life. She didn't know what drew her to that grave stone to begin with. Before meeting that boy she was sheltered, never really focusing on...
