I didn't want it to be true.
The what-ifs had never crossed my mind.
Her once vibrant exterior now a now, muted hue.
Her once curious eyes now as blank as one who's blind.
Disbelief was the first thing I felt.
Then along came terror.
At once, the day's brightness was beginning to melt.
And that was when guilt set as I realized my fatal error.
Shattered and broken, love and tears spilling out.
I'd just lost my best friend and felt just as lifeless.
As I sobbed on the floor, letting out more than one shout.
I scooped her out of her heated glass house
Placing her gently in old decorated shoebox.
Evidence of my deep sorrow now soaking my blouse.
Now she's six feet underneath loose soil and rocks.
