I want to forget the way you were six feet under the ground when I visited you.
I brought you your favorite flowers, but I ended up destroying them.
What was the point in giving the dead flowers.
So instead I stayed all night lying down next to you.
I had my hand stretched out, but I never felt the warmth of your small hand on mine.
YOU ARE READING
When You Are Gone
Short Story(Sequel to When We Were Happy. Spoilers included) It's not good to take things for granted. Especially people. Because you may never know the day that that person leaves your world slanted. "How do you feel?" "I don't."
