A dear friend died.
Someone I met when I was just a child. We experienced life and grew old together.
My friend was my life. I aspired to experience every part of my friend but never had the opportunity to.
My heart aches. The sharp, penetrating pain surges through my body.
I feel dead. Brokenness. It all seems so hopeless.
My tears fall unexpectedly. Never did I believe that I would see this day. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was told this would not be the way.
I prayed. I hoped. I wished.
Where did I go wrong?
Everything seems surreal. I can't place one foot in front of the other. I can't move. My body is frozen.
No one ever prepared me for this.
I look around and everyone is thriving. They laugh, they move. I stand still.
I cover my eyes. My friend was always beside me. This is the first moment that we will not walk side by side.
I make my way toward my friend. This is the end.
Once so alive now my friend is nothing but ash. Uncontrollably I dig.
Could it be a joke? Is this a nightmare? It can't be true.
No one is pinching me. Everyone carries on.
I have searched the ash. It's true. My friend is gone.
As they lower my friend into the ground I cry. This is truly the end. I have to say goodbye. I want goodbye to be OK but I can't bring myself to wave.
My place is in that box beside my friend. Never have I existed with out my friend.
What will I do?
I want to look forward and find a new friend. I want to search for someone who will give me the hope my old friend did.
I desire to be free from the pain. I want to escape so I can stop stinking.
I try to walk away. I move forward but I look over my shoulder. Mourning is real.