All the memories came rushing by
From holding their fingers tightly to
them yelling at me to not sit too close to the tv
All the feelings shot at once
From feeling still in the sky at the swing in the garden to
Feeling sorrowful at their funeral
Rolling tears mixed with sky crying
Dirt on their grave apparently scented of their perfume
The wind wailed blowing my hair aside
Gray face matched the colour of their grave now in front of me
Red top from Target matched my eye
The darkness in the sky matched my life
Apr 14, 2020
Apr 14, 2020 at 12:31 PM UTC
All the memories came rushing by
From holding their fingers tightly to
them yelling at me to not sit too close to the tv
All the feelings shot at once
From feeling still in the sky at the swing in the garden to
Feeling sorrowful at their funeral
Rolling tears mixed with sky crying
Dirt on their grave apparently scented of their perfume
The wind wailed blowing my hair aside
Gray face matched the colour of their grave now in front of me
Red top from Target matched my eye
The darkness in the sky matched my life