Writing

You left dead flowers at my grave,

as if they were all the same.

Most leave bouquets,

even though they will slowly die,

just like me til I made it to the afterlife.

[Alone in] Laughter, lamenting the lost light,

you don’t want to be the forgotten, the lost cause, the missed flight. 

Reason runs thin when your sadness is bountiful,

When I think about tomorrow, 

I see the calculus test I have not studied for 

and the five overdue assignments with long-received 

"After time passes it'll hurt less" 
But it never did 

"Just forget it, it was so long ago"
But you told me always to remember 

And each and every day 
A little reminder in my eyes 

I miss the days 

When we would run through the fields 

And swim in the pond all day 

Smiling and using kayaks 

I miss the nights 

The school board tells us lies

Promising that they understand

Yet they don’t know 

What it’s like

To live in a world 

Where you are seen yet never understood