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rose petals,
scattered across
your grave.
I inhale
a sharp breath
staring at the dirt.
a mountain of
emotions silently
engulfs me.
perhaps if we weren't
driving at 30 miles per hour
you'd be here.
be here
laughing with me
talking to me.
three years.
3 painfully
excruciating years.
three years.
that's how long
it's been.
three years
since I heard your voice
your laugh.
three years
since you died
in that car crash.
and at times
I still think
"Why wasn't it me?"
but when you walk
into a dishevelled garden,
you pick the most
beautiful flower.
It's taken me
three years to
forgive myself.
perhaps if we had
taken the longer route,
you'd be here.
not here, resting peacefully
under the infertile soil,
listening.
perhaps if that drunk driver
had been two more minutes
late.
If he had,
we would've passed
and you'd be here.
you'd be here,
holding my hand
and I'd never let go.
three years ago,
we were driving
and then, your heart
stopped.
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➵ Midnight Thoughts | ✔︎
PoetryRandom, collated thoughts put to paper through emotion and expressions, and a mind that works it's flow. Love, Lillian x x Disclaimer: this is purely my own work. if my lines seem similar to other poems, this is purely coincidental. some poems/boo...
