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Apr 2014
After someone dies
for me after the wounds
that I never thought would heal
scab over
After a year or so
the scab that is left
is what my brain has been wired to do
I still say
they are
and everyone else says
they were
and I say
he/she is
instead of was
So I want to keep believing that
people wont notice
but they do notice
I can see that melancholy glimmer
in their eyes
when I talk about these friends
these family members
who still Are
to me
and never will be
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