Writing

Sometimes I can't believe that you're gone

Sometimes it feels so unreal

Like when I tried on the cutest pair of jeans

My first thought was "I can't wait to show him"

When I tried new makeup 

What's wrong with you?

Why can't you take a joke?

Why don't you ever go anywhere?

Why don't you talk to anyone anymore?

Yeah, I know.

you get a line & i'll get a pole

honey - honey! july thickens, slows to a stop outside, get

your rod and line, the ones that used to be your father's. get

your heart from the closet and your coat from the floor,

This is my last sentence: We all belong here.

This is her last sentence: We all are loved.

This is his last sentence: We are a community.

This is their last sentence: Good will conquer evil.

Woven from feelings of happiness and friendship, short-lived as those feelings may be.

Woven from a cat’s meow and a dog’s tail wag.

Woven from ideals of love and compassion.

Woven from goodness itself.

This trail

this trail was too hard

way too hard

pushed me

emotionally and physically

in a way that left me nauseous

unable to breathe

shaky