It's funny, really.
How quickly things can change.
Things could be looking up,
Then suddenly everything come crashing back down around us.
Like this morning.
I was fine this morning.
We all were.
Then we weren't.
Just like that,
My happiness was taken away from me.
I think it might have been left behind in the car when it crashed.
Or maybe,
In the room where the nurse told me my little sister didn't make it.
Or maybe it died.
Maybe it died at exactly the same time my dad did,
When he hit his head just a bit too hard on the steering wheel.
That's it.
I think my happiness died.
Maybe it got injured in the crash,
And then each time I was told someone else had died,
It got worse and worse.
And then when I found out my whole family had dies in the crash,
My happiness couldn't take it anymore.
My happiness died.
Just like me,
It let go.
I'm about to let go.
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PoetryHighest - #36 in Poetry "Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair." -Christ...
