Saturday, November 19, 2011

Little Girl Lost

This house, this tomb
holds so many memories
of you and all the things
we were going to be, do
and now you’re gone
and I feel like I’m gone too

I don’t know how to get back.

I don’t know how to make it better.

You’re six feet under
in a steel box
you always hated tight spaces
you always hated the dark
I wish I could dig you up
Resuscitate you
wish you back to life
and tell you
how much I
you in my life

There is no going back
this is the life I have now
empty and grey
without the color of you

I can’t go home

I can’t remember where home is

Because home is you
and you are gone.

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