A Funeral

There was a societal funeral in my heart as of 10pm that night on the 22nd of February of that year where everything was supposed to be for the better. I drove 30 minutes alone in the dark, down a stretch of road marked with the numbers 202, of tree lined perfect little houses and shopping malls, shouting “why!” I knew why. I just didn’t want to admit it.

however,

The vacancy in your eyes caused an avalanche to my stupidity. . . I’ll never be the same.

Thank you for that.

~ by emaline on March 10, 2009.