Death is a thief.
Death shouldn't have taken her in her sleep.
She still had books to read and roads to travel
and a million more breaths to breathe.
But because Death was so selfish
and so greedy,
he took her away.
And now she's gone.
And everyone she loved;
everyone who loved her
had no idea what to do.
They always thought she'd be around
like the lamppost at the end of the street.
But when her light went out,
suddenly everyone was disoriented,
confused, angry,
lost.
Everything was exactly the same,
except for the way
the road was a little dimmer now.
A light stopped shining in a universe
filled with a billion stars,
and really, it shouldn't have been so noticeable.
But it made such a difference.
YOU ARE READING
Wasuremono
RandomWASUREMONO 忘れ物 (n) Japanese >> forgotten or lost things; an item left behind on a train or forgotten at home << ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ One-shots, bonus chapters, poems? and hopefully where my writing improves lmao.
