Just a Day
it happened on a thursday, like today
ask me what I was wearing, and if I could wear it again afterwards
ask me what lessons I had that day, what school work I was doing
ask who I spent time with, what we talked about, hour by hour
ask what I drank to numb the shock
ask me how I told my friends, my teachers and how poorly equipped we all were to deal with it
ask me how unfair it all was
ask me how my mum's birthday, mother's day, and his funeral we're back to back days that year
ask me how long I carried guilt for giving him that last cold and being a bitchy teenager that morning
ask me how I found him and what I had to do, well, maybe not that.
ask me if I think you should be first aid certified
ask me how much I have written about this, just for me, and how much it's helped
it's just a day, but ask me how i carry it's pieces everywhere
ask me how those pieces feel lighter, brighter, understanding, a little sad at times, but ultimately grateful
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