Tem os dias bons, os dias ruins e os dias que lembro... Dont it feel so detached and unreal? Dont it seem so far away? Like the past never happened, or like nothings ever changed. With your casket open in front of me, your eyes closed and your lips silent. With my name tattood into your skin. Because of the shame I associate with vulnerability I am numbing myself completely. Can you hear me right now? I watched your mother bury you today, with tears in her eyes. It wasnt her words that shook me, it was the resemblance you shared. I didnt listen to the preacher. I couldnt look your husband in the eyes. Im not sure what I meant to you then, so Im not sure what I owe you now. But if something I said hurt you I swear it was not my intention. With your name tattood into my skin
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 22:22:09 +0000
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