December 4th

We buried you today...

Your mother told me writing about how i feel is a good way to cope. I know you loved poetry so I'll give it a go.

Even as we lowered your body into the ground, i couldn't shed a tear.

I don't think it's because i didn't care. I think it's because my mind refused to believe it was you laying down there.

I placed one hand on my heart the other on my stomach,

I would've...