I stood there: laughing/crying
being
strong
for every one else.
what could my tears accomplish
comfort would not heal
what was
broken. what was lost.
I can be Strong. When EverY One is LooKing.
And then in the pictures, I saw the future.
The rewrites. or "unwrites" writing me out of her past. blame and anger. of course you know, it was all my fault.
And I don't need comforting. from you. from anyone. All i need is a little acknowledgement from the people who loved her most.
that said, "hey, I loved her too. I know what you must be feeling."
Because even though I don't have that last memory, I have a million others.
i am privy to your secrets, her secrets.
and despite what you believe, you are not alone.
you may choose to be .
But this is me standing up and saying I LOVED HER TOO. ALMOST AS MUCH AS YOU IF NOT AS MUCH. I have lost too bro.
and I am broken
and feel alone.
and can't make sense of sunlight, water, or peace.
a cautionary tale. not a legend.
