Lost souls

I can’t believe I’m wearing my suit to go to your funeral. I turn around as if you are here helping me wearing my jacket. I bend down to wear my polished shoes and I kneel on the ground and cry. You were supposed to go mine, not me going yours. My friends are here comforting me but I can’t hear a word. The way to the cemetery is the hardest. I have to move forward to reach a place where I should put the dust on you, and write your name on the gravestone and couple of words that are supposed to sum up your life, or what we had. And I remember every time I said no to something you wanted. Then it is over, the day ends and I have to go back home and sit alone in my chair next to the bed where I used to sit and watch you sleeping. I know I have to pull it together to move on and be able to live, but what if I don’t want to live. What should I do to be with you like you’ve always been with me? I keep rewinding the days we spent, and the day I lost you too. And I regret not knowing you earlier or loving you more than I do. I will always wear your ring, but will that last the memory of you. I don’t know, but I know one thing; I don’t want to carry on without you.

The Very End.

written by: the vision girl