No goodbyes

The morning was off to a wonderful start. I felt joyful.On the day you passed away, I left my daily routine behind and went to school. The school was excellent, emphasis on excellent. Why was the day going well? I experienced only enjoyment and no pain. I question myself, "Why?" As soon as I step inside the home, my disposition changes and the outside temperature drops. As if this would have been better on any other day, I questioned why it had to be today. A breeze suddenly brushed my face as I climbed the stairs. As I walk into your room, I can already feel the tears starting to form beneath my eyes. Just as I was ready to open the door, it swings open to reveal you. You lying there is all I can see. I go slowly in the hopes that you will stand up. I'm on my knees, looking down at your lifeless body. My hand freezes when I put it on your face out of sadness and other unexplainable feelings. I get sight of you and understand why I voluntarily choose to be joyful today. I had a sneaking suspicion that from now on, tomorrow, and for years to come, I would never be happy.

I squint my eyes and start to cry. Not because of your untimely death, but rather because you left with saying goodbye .