Why is it so hard to realize
when someone has perished,
that she is gone?
I know that she is gone but it doesn't feel real.
I can feel her all around me.
In every room I feel her prescence,
I can hear her wheezing when she's trying to breathe.
When I go to her favorite place,
I see her sitting there
Her head is down, she is staring at the floor.
Her back is bent, her whole body isbshaking.
I say "Hello" to her.
She looks up and smiles.
Then I realize that she isn't there.
I wish she were
Even though we argued so many times.
How I wish it were me instead of her
Who had to go.