My body somehow knows The grief tomorrow holds. I ache and throb But I cannot sob; The urge to cry Stings my eyes. My feet drag heavily In the depths of this valley. Every year without fail I remind myself I am too frail. "You're strong without the numbers," Yet I was too weak to pull you from your slumber. Each March 22nd Feels just like the 1st end, When your heart stopped beating And mine started bleeding. I'd skip this whole day But I'd miss the chance to say: I miss you, lovely little hurricane. It's all I can do to keep sane. The smell of mint Hurts just a hint. The skinny jeans and hair bows I could never disown. I wear your effect On my forearm *****. The pain of loss is akin To etching you into my skin. My hands shake with cold, Though not as cold as a headstone. Oh, how my body knows The grief tomorrow holds.
In Loving Memory of Kelcy Golling. 07/02/1999 - 03/22/2014