but i cant speak of her for five seconds
before my voice begins to break.
i'm moving to a new house
but her corpse is still buried in the back yard.
gone to dust now, my dad says.
can't take her with us, my mom says.
but please, please, i beg
can't we take her with us or something?
she was the first friend i ever had
please let me bring her with me
i can't leave her all alone out there
not again.
i should've been there for her
you should've seen my face.
it was kindergarten and the sun was burning
i walked through the front door with a bright smile on my face
she had been running circles
her mind going crazy
it hurts me to say
but my face dropped
i tried to convince myself this was something else
but i stood in front of my mother
and she held me in my arms
as she said she's dead
and i find it humorous
how the friend sitting beside me
has just asked if this
is about a pet.
yeah, sure.
i loved her so much
i held her close to me at night
refusing to let this miracle
be taken away from me.
and even a year after
i found myself pretending she was laying next to me
because i found it comforting
to believe
that i hadn't
truly lost everything
even if it was a lie
it was a beautiful one
