I can't remember the last time I felt brave.
I don't remember the last time I said that I loved my mother
before it was too late
I can't remember the whistling of the birch trees
when Jack said he loved me
I don't remember how much
the world weighed
when it was dropped onto my shoulders
now it just hurts
I can't remember the words that were spoken
at his funeral
or hers
And I can't remember why I even fake the laughs every day
But I do.
And all these things I can't remember,
are replaced with things I can
such as the fact that she is gone
and Jack is too.
The rain never ceases to fall.
YOU ARE READING
Sarah Jane's Journal
Teen FictionA collection of poems, written from the point of view of a girl named Sarah Jane, who just wants to find herself. She's lost and alone, trapped within her own mind. Sometimes, however, Sarah Jane's mind reveals secrets, hidden under ash and smoke.
