It is a curious thing,
the death of a loved one.
We all know that our time in
this world is limited,
and that eventually all of us will
end up underneath
some sheet, never to wake up
And yet it is always a
surprise when it happens to
someone we know
It is like walking up the stairs
to your bedroom
in the dark, and thinking there
is one more stair
than there is. Your foot falls down
through the air,
and there is a sickly moment of
dark surprise as you try
and readjust the way you thought
of things.
YOU ARE READING
Currently untitled
PoesíaJust a few poems and short stories about crushes or the same crush
