Poetry

Dead (version 2)

Dead.

That’s what you are now.

A pile of ashes in a wooden box

I can’t bear to look at.

Haunted.

It’s what I am now.

By all the could’ve, would’ve, should’ves.

You were everything to me,

Yet I couldn’t see that you were sick.

© 2017

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