Everything My Lips Never Said { fast updates}

goodbye: not a poem

It's strange because I was use to it.
The hello-goodbye kisses, and now I don't even receive a kiss from anyone.

Let alone a hug.

And someone to tell me it's ok to grieve the loss of a parent.

I dont expect you to relate to me. You are rather lucky. You wasnt the one who sat during a funeral service for a couple of seconds.

Only for them to sing songs, reflect on the happy memories, and then for them to carry your dead corpse in a navy blue  casket right out the door.

I remember begging them to not walk out with your corpse because I didnt want you to leave me, but they did walk out.

And once they walked out, they carried you to your grave. To bury you six feet under.

I didn't witness them digging your grave and burying you, but until this day, I feel as if I was buried alive.

This was three years ago, but it feels as if it occurred yesterday. Sunset came and reality sat in. You were gone. You died in Richmond county hospital. Also known as Augusta, Georgia.

Even though you were perfectly fine, and I had just spoke to you a week prior to your surgery. 

And it's strange because I hope you will visit me in my dreams, to at least say goodbye.

But it has been three years, and you have yet to say your goodbyes.

Author's note: I hope you don't mind. I just had to write this, and my dad has been on my mind heavily. I hope you never lose a parent because it really breaks your heart. So please, cherish your mother and your father. We dont have as much as time as we think.  💔

Thanks. I am sorry for the errors. I am in a hurry.
I have school in the morning, and I may add to this.