See, my mind is like a sift.
Every movement causes just a little bit more of me to fall through the holes.
Just as you did.
We weren’t close by any means but for some odd reason,
Your death took a part of me with you.
I can’t help but think back to that night when
You were nervous and I was busy.
Why was I busy?
You texted me but my mom took off with my stuff.
I didn’t get your text until well after midnight.
By then, it was too late.
You weren’t dead for a few more years but it was that moment, wasn’t it?
You decided that another move […]