Lyndsey
A week later Zeke's funeral was held. No one came. Not one person. The minister, my mother, me, and Zeke's father were the only people there. My mother and I dressed in black and Zeke's father drinking from a flask.
The minister spoke words from the Bible that I was distracted from. I stood staring at the closed casket trying to remember Zeke's smile. But I couldn't.
His lifeless body hanging from the ceiling, his tear streaked face, his scarred wrists, and his lifeless eyes were all I could remember. As the service went on these things continued to go through my mind.
We bow our heads to pray and I close my eyes. I am crying and I didn't even realize I had started. I think of the first day I met Zeke. When he told me he wasn't the kind of guy I should be friends with. I think of the night he came for dinner. And I hear his words, "Lyndsey, I love you."
I open my eyes at the conclusion of the ceremony and my mother and I stand. I say nothing as we leave the chapel into the yard full of graves next door.
Zeke's casket is slowly lowered into the ground. We all have a hand full of dirt and Zeke's father throws his first, he says nothing but turns away and wipes his eyes and takes another swig. My mother mutters something about him being 'a sweet boy' and drops hers as well. I do not know what to say.. I have no words yet I want to say so much.. I step forward and grasping my handful centering it over the grave, I say the words he should've heard when he was alive,
"I love you Zeke.. I will always always love you." And I open my hand.
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