At the funeral
I couldn't stop looking at him
How horrible they made him look.
He looked so different
Without his jacket
His smile.
His green eyes that always sparkled
Now closed.
His arms crossed over his chest.
His skin
Now pale
His stubble
Now shaved
His wrists
Covered by his long sleeves.
I didn't even see this coming
He was always so happy
Always smiling.
I guess
I am blind.
YOU ARE READING
blind
Short Story"You must be blind... Why can't you see.. he's just using you!" "Nobody would ever love you..."
