I watch as the shiny, black coffin slowly makes its way into the earth.
I hear versus being read out,
Memoirs that are filled with sentimentality,
And the grief stricken sobs of those whose souls descended with the coffin, only to be consumed by darkness.
But it all seems so far away, in the distance.
I remember when we first met.
Her eyes were so full of life, and she was readily equipped to take on the world, the universe.
She held me in her arms and rocked back and forth,
To this day her soothing voice remains in my memory.
She was my guardian, protecting me from the harsh ways of the world.
I remember when I saw her cry.
Why? I couldn’t fathom.
But I tried my best to fry her tears that snailed down her face,
To shield her from the waves of depression that knocked her over, leaving her breathless.
But my efforts were in vain.
I remember seeing the blood.
It’s sickly, tangy smell overwhelmed me, until I was ready to vomit.
The way it trickled off her hand was traumatising at best.
She cried as she told me to close my eyes.
And I id, because I was so scared that if I looked, she would be gone.
I remember hearing the loud, shrieking tones of our phone disperse through every room of my house.
The sympathetic tones of a hospital nurse echoed through my head.
I wanted to run. No! I wanted to sprint.
I just wanted to fly away, and leave my troubles and fears behind.
As I watched the tears of all the people who loved her shed tears of misery that formed a pool of sadness at my feet,
I through in a rose,
Red for the blood,
And as beautiful as she was.
Her life was like ripples in the calm centre of a pond,
She started off strong, as though she would never die.
Then slowly, ever so slowly, she began to weaken,
Until she faded away completely.
Until there was nothing.