Flowers for a grave,
Both dainty and distressing,
As tears escape twin rivers of the soul.
Convenient time I gave,
The sentiment between routine and role.
Words left unspoken,
Sunshine and shadows, petals and tears.
Now the bridge is broken,
The chance was temporary,
To cross back and stroll through tender years.
Eulogies and regret,
As mysterious as Jade,
I failed to say just what I really meant.
A cemetery debt,
For love that went unpaid,
And greeting cards I never even sent.
Exactly 1 month from now, my parents and uncle were killed in a car crash.
A drunk driver knew they were there, and rammed into them, first making them spin out and, moving to the other side, rammed into them once more. They died on impact. He still hasn't been found...
I miss them more than anything on this earth. I have noone left anymore...I feel as if half of me has been brutally ripped from my body..
I want them back....