Im not ready.
It’s a beat
from the heart,
Steady.
Then mom gets the call,
Im not ready.
Gone.
Its a word that is overused,
Even when people dont know
how deep
The meaning
Can go.
How dark that word really is.
I wasn’t ready.
Not to hear that word,
Not to see the flower never
To be seen again.
Ill never see it again,
For its been picked
And brought
To a new home.
I never thought
This day would come.
And I wasnt prepared,
I wasn’t ready.