Dear JS,
When someone dies,
You don't feel it right away,
Is what my mother said
(She cried during the phone call she got
When her mother died,
Such a hypocrite.)
You feel it only when you can feel nothing else
And it's the only thing you can think of.
She's wrong.
Because when
My best friend
Called me exactly
28 mintutes before her end
I felt it when I heard her voice crack
And when she told me she loved me
And I swore she kissed me through the phone
Because before she stepped off that chair
That Stood just below a rope
She cried and told me
"I can't take anymore.
I'm sorry,
I'm so sorry."
I heard the phone drop,
I heard her chokes and gags
And I heard her sister
Rush in to see what had happened.
Screams and then silence.
I hadn't realized that I hung up,
Because the tears in my eyes blocked
Out everything.
It's been four years,
And twelve year old me still
Breaths and lives
As sixteen year old me,
Because I'm never going to let her go.
I'm never going
To
Let
Her
Go.
YOU ARE READING
Dear JS
Poetryand i’m l o n e l y; there, i said it i’m lonely but it’s { hard to admit it } when everybody thinks that you’re fine all the time and you’re not [drabbles from a lovesick person]
