been 629 days since I’ve seen your
beautiful- beaming face, my dear sister.
I have so much to tell you, so much to say,
so much to express.
For example, Mike murdered you.
abuser fucker executed you inside your own
But I suppose you already know that.
Remember when I told you that he probably
dug a grave for you in the back garden?
And we laughed.
I’m not laughing anymore.
Did you know a mere human being
can actually cry for
one. year. strait?
I’ll never let you go.
Never, never let you go.
Not as long as have a pulse
& blood inside my body.
I had a dream you were sitting at
Saint Shirley’s kitchen table.
I walked in and screamed: “What Are You Doing Here! Where Have You Been!”
I ran to you and began kissing
you all over your cheeks.
You smelled of lilacs, wind, &
“Where have you been? Why didn’t
you tell me you were leaving?” I repeated.
“You know where I’ve been.” You answered.
That was all.
I drove up to the cemetery after
Snow covered your entire
I brushed it off & stood
under your tree for a long time.
I just stood there with half a
prayer caught inside my throat…
My best friend, sister, & soul mate was executed by Mike Peterson 629 Days Ago. The sun glitters much differently now.
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