Sweet Melissa

Sweet Melissa

I miss her today. Time flies by in a blur of noisy silence, Deafening absence, She is gone. I’m too aware. A toothbrush brings me to my knees, A song, a minivan, a perfectly polished fingernail Stabs me through the heart, My very soul. (December twenty-sixth, September fourteenth, May twenty-fourth.) I see the world through bloodshot eyes, It is rosy, and veined. It bleeds like me. It is ugly. Smile through the tears, the smog Hope for the strength to hope. There’s no depth in happiness, But I’d rather have peace In this world with so little love. Maybe she’s in a place filled with orchids Surrounded by perfection so like herself, Beautiful. Maybe she is whole again, Having left me in pieces, Torn. Distraught. The agony of a slow death lasts forever. Some things...

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