But I did return
And it was sooner than
I’d thought it would be.
But I did not return
For him
Instead for reasons
Well beyond my control
And well beyond
Anything I could
Have imagined before
My first encounter
With death.
A student.
My age.
We shared a class.
I don’t remember
Now what it was,
But I remember
How the loss
Felt.
And I remember
It almost every day.
A girl who couldn’t
Have prevented
The events of that
Evening, a fate
Well beyond her
Control.
The details
Of the event
Were hazy to say
The least,
But there was no
Disputing how
Horrific the effects
Were.
Her body had
Almost been
Destroyed beyond
Recognition.
They did not have
An open coffin,
They did not want
Our final image
Of her to be
A crushed, broken
Spirit encased
In a bruised and
Battered shell.
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The Loving Dead
PoetryVerse 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...
