I remember the cold dreary day in the begging of December when I was told you were gone. You left us. On your own accord. Just like that. you. were. gone.

You left us. On your own accord. Just like that.

On your own accord. Just like that.

Just like that.

you. were. gone.

I didnt think it was true, I didnt want to beleive it, I refused to. the news knocked the wind out of me

the news knocked the wind out of me

I remember every detail of that day

the ice that fell made the pipes freeze and I couldnt wash my scrubs

I needed to wash my scrubs, I needed to wash something, to occupy myself

to do something

other than to think about you being gone

I sat on the couch and watched the TV about Berts Bees

I know the TV was talking but all I could hear was our last conversation

and how you were doing better

just days before

you were okay

and now

now you were gone

and all I could do was sit and watch the ice fall from the sky