Dead.
That’s what you are now.
A pile of ashes in a wooden box
I can’t bear to look at.
Haunted.
It’s what I am now.
By all the could’ve, would’ve, should’ves.
You were everything to me,
Yet I couldn’t see that you were sick.
© 2017
Dead (version 2)
Dead.
That’s what you are now.
A pile of ashes in a wooden box
I can’t bear to look at.
Haunted.
It’s what I am now.
By all the could’ve, would’ve, should’ves.
You were everything to me,
Yet I couldn’t see that you were sick.
© 2017
Nic Baker Writes 