Jul 16
"I didnt say goodbye"
6 years old, and I knew what it meant to die.
From the lower edge of the truck window I could see the rain,
My little heart could barely hold this new unlabeled pain
that seemed to find deep places to hurt.
So I did what everyone else did - picked up the wooden handled square-point and covered her in dirt.
If only I could fill the grave that was left by those still living,
the headstone is still on order but it's not the only thing that's missing.
My soul is in desperate need of a shovel.