By Crystal Duguid
Not literally, figuratively. She has faded in the distance.
The length of sight is years. You know, from the time she exited our lives.
My family was...lonely. I was lonely.
I thought to myself once again, "She has faded in the distance."
"Be strong" but I just saw knives.
Please don't misread my reasoning;
I am not suicidal, believe me.
The idea of it is just so weakening.
I just wish I remember every feature about her;
Sometimes I get flashes of them in my sisters'.
But then when I look away; I feel like they been cut. Like it involved a pair of scissors.
Then I was lonely again; just as I were.
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