where's my mind / poetry, oneshots etc.

in loving memory

i was nine
watching the finale
of a show my sisters were in.
i was crying as they sang
one by one
only the good die young.

you leaned over to me and whispered
this reminds me of the children at school.
i looked over.
you were crying too.

and you're crying now as you tell us this news
and those lyrics are all i can think about.

i want to lean over to you now
hug you
hold you
tell you
that he'll get to paint the sky tonight.

but i don't.

instead,
i watch you cry as i write this
and your tears are like
a thousand stabs to the heart.

it's alright, mama.
let's stay up tonight
and see how how
he painted the sky.