Eighteen Days

I said

Let's go watch the fireworks

You said,

I always think I am going to step
on a snake here at night

I said

Oh, heck I walk out here barefoot
night and day

We walked to watch the fireworks
You seemed uninterested, tired

Eighteen days later you were dead
your last Fourth of July
last holiday
last month you were  here
eighteen days later you were dead
I miss you

How can this be
why did He take you
such a gentle soul
with a weary life
not yet to marry
not yet to spread your wings
be you
why did he do this?
I miss you

I don't like the Fourth of July much now
I think of snakes and death
And your last month to be on Earth
I miss you

Why did he do this?
He can do anything
So why did he not keep you
Safe, alive
I miss you

I am sorry this poem for you
is not poetic
I can't see through the tears
I can't think of any words


Only snakes, death, July and you

Author's Note

missing a loved one
a friend
missing someone
missing someone
missing her

Reviews

[Iota]

writing about this is healthy to me and a good way to remember a hurtful time. Now who ever reads this can feel just a little something and understand the depth that you are missing her. Sorry you have to experience this every 4th of July.

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

raw ~ the atmosphere is ink writing memories with deep strokes into the canvas of the heart's screen~ the body of the poetic itself is a dusky passion fruit being peeled back layer by layer as you reveal the skinned wounds of loss~

I'm sorry Chloe~ I know how missing someone like that feels~embrace