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
now you were gone
and all I could do was sit and watch the ice fall from the sky