The Monday before the Last Day was the first time I cried about her. I was in the corner of my room. It was also the first time I wished the wood floor was carpet.
I remember that weekend. October. My dad had just bought a new car and my family was all outside, barefoot, walking around it.
My mom made breakfast that morning. I didn't ever like pancakes.
He held her hand as she died.
I talked to him that night and it was the first time I'd ever seen him cry. And I would try and describe it to you but there are no words that explain how wet my shirt was or how red our eyes were or how broken a heart could get. It's the kind of sad that turns crying into broken sobs- like you'll never get enough air.
And it's all about air and air comes in pairs unless it's the first or the last-
and she deserved more pairs then she got.
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heart breaking. Beautiful. "she deserved more pairs then she got"
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteThis amazes me. I had to soak this in before I could comment.
ReplyDeleteI can't find the words to place here but you should know that this is a whole new level.
ReplyDeleteYou are really good at doing what you seem to love to do.
ReplyDeleteI keep rereading this. So much raw emotion. Hits you in the gut every time and paints the perfect picture. the whole 3rd to last stanza. mm.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry.
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing all your beautiful brain and heart with us I think we all appreciate it, I know I do. respect.
ReplyDeletetotally agree with feathers on fish, just soaking it all in, this is breathtaking. thank you. #top5
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