TW: Death
Forgetting the past, carrying on a new journey, hand in hand in the sunset. Hazel and brown eyes escaping into each other’s. Wonderlands and tree houses have disappeared. Mother’s calling that it was time to go, we tried to ask for another 5 minutes. They say yes, but what could anyone do in 5 minutes? We play Rock Paper Scissors and make jokes about each others hair. How hers is always pulled back, and mine always frizzy.
“It’s time to go.”
I pack up my things and I say goodbye, carrying the memories in my book bag. Unfortunately the sun has set, and I no longer can stay around.
“Until next time!”
Until next time, I never think that. We always find a way to meet, until next time makes it sound longer than a lifetime. My memories are packed safely in my bag as well as the shirt you gave me. It wasn’t a lucky shirt, you just gave it to me because I got my shirt dirty.
“Until next time.”
It’s the weekend and I have yet to open my book bag of memories, keeping them locked away because they could fly out. She always told be to be logical about these things. That you couldn’t keep memories in a bag and they couldn’t fly away. I think she’s wrong, but I agree with her sometimes just because she’ll nag me about it later.
“Honey, come down here.”
Mom is calling, the sound breaks me away from my stupid thoughts. I head down, she asks if I’m okay, I say yes. I don’t think I seemed bothered by anything lately. Maybe she thinks I am about leaving Angela the other day. I’m not that bothered though I wish I could’ve stayed a little longer.
“Go wash up and head to bed.”
Mom is very strict about bedtimes especially on the weekends, she says it’s better not to sleep late in the weekends, even if you have no where to go. I believe her, she’s a very kept together person. Like Angela, her hair is always pulled back and she’s very mature. Angela Is a bit different, but I can’t tell what.
“Okay mom!”
The weekend goes by, I didn’t do much, I didn’t open the bag, I hope the memories are still inside. I grab my bag and head to school, Angela isn’t in her seat in the school bus. She’s probably riding with her mom today, she said she had an appointment today. I lay my head on the school bus glass, it’s very uncomfortable. The sunrise was pretty.
“Okay class I have some sad news..”
Angela isn’t in her seat in class either, I guess the appointment was pretty early, she never is late or skips class. I wonder whats up, I look out the window and I see my mom, she’s still here? She’s on the phone, she hears something and starts crying. Mom doesn’t cry in front of me, but I know she does.
“Angela has ed away.”
“What did you say?”
“Angela…. has ed away.”
I look out the window again, and I think I understand. The sun rising again, seems to have stopped and my moms tears haven’t. I’m crying, it doesn’t feel real. It doesn’t sound real, nothing looks real. The sun, my teacher, my mom out the window. Nothing is real in this moment. I open up my bag.
“Until next time.”
I hope I did this right, this seems more like a story than a poem ^^;
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