By: Rhonda Nemri
Photograph taken by Rhonda Nemri
Lying there with your eyes closed and your cold delicate skin, I see you but can’t feel your touch. Throwing myself at you with tears rushing down my face, dripping to the cold ground.
Catching the last moment of your presence as I press my warm face against yours and sing you a song that once was heard.
Revealing my story to you in the last moment before the doors shut. Staring in the eyes of the lost souls, feeling their pain, but nothing can be done.
Consoling one as I feel the wind knocking me down. Creating visionaries in ones mind as we lose the branch off the tree of life.
Whispering voices, crying eyes.
Look around, touch the ground. Fall in hurt, reach for support. Crazy scenes, loud full screams. Stop the ride, feeling to confide.
Moved away quick as they give one last look. Running back to just hold you in that split moment I’m shook.
Soil is moved for your rest. Feeling this urge to fall apart, as the dirt shall fall, and the grass will sprout.
Digging with my bare hands, as I visit your long stay. Feeling this pain that won’t go away. Dig, dig ,dig, but I don’t go far. As I stop the dreaming and walk to my car.
I look one last moment before I leave, and pass through the gates as I weep.
Your memory is in my mind throughout the day. As I place my hand to my broken heart, and hum this way.
As the sun shines I feel your smile. I hope this feeling will stay for a while. I rest my eyes through the night. As I wake things don’t feel right.
The final thoughts are of this life, without a moment of you things don’t feel right.
