Am not good at mourning ,
But I will weep for you until my eyes are red and am out of breathe
Then I will think of you on all of your birthdays
And I will finally quit eating bread ,
I will laugh off my head
And I will sit here and wish you weren’t dead .
First it will be hard ,
I will meet people on streets and think that they are you ,
and I will wish I could have shown you how much I love you .
But then I will get used to your death ,
and I will wear my healing face ,
But every time I listen to country music ,
I will remember how you danced ,
I will remember how you laughed ,
and I will remember how you loved .
Slowly I will heal ,
Till one day ,
I will find myself shed of all the parts of you ,
But even then ,
I will still love you .
~ In loving memory of a sister and a friend.