"Goodbye July. Hate to see you go so fast that I got a bloody nose, but the tide was in harmony."
As I watched them bury my mothers now lifeless body, all I could hear behind all the sniffling and hiccups from everyone around me, was the song Goodbye July by Misty Boyce playing as they put my mother 6 feet under. I was the only one not shedding tear after tear for my mother. Don't get me wrong, I've wept so much that my puffy eyes just couldn't form another single tear. My body just wasn't capable of that kind of pain anymore
"Goodbye to you, my rambling man. I called the truce with my right hand, and the worst is I can understand. "
A lump came up my throat almost escaping out of my lips into a earth shattering scream. She's gone. The only person in this entire world that fully understood me, was just... gone. Into oblivion, never to tell me she loves me, and I'll never hear her voice again..
"Call it off before you can see the end. Just to tell your story with paper and pen, but the words all sound reused. When the hurt is a pain you choose, its a curse that I don't need. I don't need anything from you."
I watched the coffin as they lower it deeper and deeper into this earth, never slowing and never stopping. The coffin itself was a dirt color, the lid clasped closed with a silver piece of metal with a letter B carved into it. B, for Beth which was my mother's name, short for Elizabeth. I turned and looked at my father, not wanting to see the coffin declining into the ground. My father eyes went wide and a flow of tears streamed down his face, ceasing at his chin before slowly breaking off and falling to the ground, smacking a rock that was laying next to his feet. His entire body was shaking uncontrollable as he raised his hand to cover his mouth, trying not to make any noise at all. Pure silence and pure agony. There was absolutely no hope in his eyes anymore and that's when I knew. I knew they had finally buried her. She was never coming back.
"So goodbye July. Hate to see you go, but you lit a fire. Now I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know, I know what's best for me."
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Serenity
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