Best Friend

Cheyenne Louw

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Cloudy
Gloomy
Dark

I felt frozen
Ice cold inside

Quiet
Dark
Alone

Sitting further from the casket
Hoping it wouldn’t feel as real

Grandma was crying
The sound of pain like nails on a chalk board

My family; it felt like only me

Grandpa’s death.

Touching his hands
Ice cold
Flashbacks:
Sitting in his chair
Smoking the puff
Drinking the last sip

Lost in confusion

Why didn’t I hug him the last time?
Thinking I would see him again
Would this have happened?
Is it my fault?

Tears were like waves
Kept pushing me under
Getting caught in the barrel
Can’t breathe
Can’t see

Losing my best friend
It was too soon