part 34

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One part replays in my head.
Perhaps the worst one.
When they lifted you up in that casket.
And put you in the hurst.
When it became final.
You were gone.
The casket closed.
They lifted you up and my body wracked with sobs.
I let out a sob and grabbed my Mom,
So I could even stay up.
Its on replay.
The casket going into the trunk.
Like a broken record that keeps pushing on, over and over and over.
I was fine til that moment.
Until the moment that it was sealed.
The moment that it was real.
And the fact that you're gone.
Really gone.
I
I don't even know how to feel.

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