Live
two
The funeral came
along with my fear
and it was worse
than I had ever expected,
being new to this.
A big crowd
of people there
supporting and sympathising,
caring and loving
his family.
With every handshake
from a seemingly kind
stranger, another tear
escaped my eye
until I was left with
a pounding headache.
Watching his mother
scream,
cry,
beg,
for her beloved Jamie back
was such a painful
thing to witness.
Not once that day
did I stop crying,
and when I returned home
it only got worse.
I cried myself
to sleep that night,
wishing I’d wake up and it’d all be
just a dream.