It’s
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.

The  abuser fucker executed you inside your own
home.

But I suppose you already know that.

Don’t you?

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 did.

 

I am.

 

Forever.  Always.

 

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, &

something else.

 

“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
work today.

 

Snow covered your entire
gravestone.

 

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.

800-799-SAFE (7233) or at TTY 1-800-787-3224.

http://www.thehotline.org/get-help/help-in-your-area/

In Memory of Kay

CLick for help if you are being physically abused, verbally abused,

emotionally abused, belittled, diminished, finacially abused,

sexually abused, or  minimized in any way…>>pink lips Xxx

 

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