Where'd the Sunshine Go?

I know you heard us all

standing around you

like witches in a seance -


I know you felt us all

begging you to hang on

just a little longer -


I know you saw the waterworks

filling up the room, it's amazing

none of us actually drowned -


I know you could taste the salt

landing in the palm of your hand

and lining the edge of your lips -


I know you could smell the fear

growing more potent than your

collapsed corpse - or anything-


I know you were bound

to run out of time -

but I wish it wasn't so soon.



*It's been two years since I wrote this piece and it doesn't feel any less painful. Maybe not my best write, but if it's a replicative post, then it's damn worthy of it anyway.