Just a few more hours
and everything will be packed up.
Cardboard boxes
covered in marker and
thousands of layers of tape
are scattered around the room.
Everything, of course,
is going to her parents house.
It’s been hard for everyone she knew.
The slow drag of each day
knowing you won’t be able
to make weekend plans,
or text her goodnight.
The slow drag of each day
knowing I don’t get to see her
walking towards me
in a snow white dress.
A few weeks ago
she came home to me
and taught me about refraction--
a term for
the bending of light.
She made news,
which was what she wanted in life,
to be noticed,
to have a meaningful death.
Young woman dead--
Crashed car found on the side
of the highway,
driver of other car
appeared to be intoxicated,
he received no life threatening injuries.
It’s kind of funny how life works.
One minute you’re perfectly happy,
the next it’s bent,
your light
trying to find stability.
Nice job & effort Tamaron! Keep it up!
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