I still can’t believe this happened
That you’re gone, that you were taken
So violently, so quickly
You constantly pop around my mind
It feels so bad, I ache while you stand there
I knew you as my little friend
So kind and always trying to be good to us all
The three of us clung to each other when you disappeared
Sometimes we were quiet under our blankets, sometimes we cried out loudly
I couldn’t control anything so I would scream the pain out into my pillow
they found you alone under an old tossed out Christmas tree
i heard someone say it while i stood in an empty grocery store parking lot
People told me it was ok to mourn you...
They sent letters of sympathy and brought over home-made soups to comfort us
Strangers came to our door step with cameras and microphones,
FBI agents read off a list of questions the room we all useto share laughs in
Through all of the chaos your beautiful face left a watermark over everything I saw
Days passed so slow and safety was never felt
I brainstormed the ways I could have saved you…If only I could.
Even now, I still feel that I will never be at peace with this thought.
In dreams you visited me,
Every time I’d hug you tightly and say over and over, “YOU’RE ALIVE! YOU’RE ALIVE! YOU’RE ALIVE!”
I mostly avoided going into your empty room...
once or twice though, i sat on the floor and imagined you sitting at your desk, doing homework or getting ready to 90's hip-hop
the pink walls we initially objected to, now seems to hold me in my greif
weeks and months passed but i couldn't bring myself to delete you... i'd be looking for someones number and see your name.
3 years ago we spent our days in the Santa Barbara sun, smoking menthol lights to feel young and carefree
3 years ago evil merely existed in our TV sets and only happened to those sad souls we felt sorry for
Evil now sits in a crowded court room filled with your family and previous victims
He stains the only memories I have of you; his face haunts me when I try to sleep
Are you ok where you are now?
Do you know how much we are always thinking about you?
Please tell me, assure me, that you know that we have never stopped holding you in our hearts.
It never stops hurting and it never makes sense.
You are supposed to be here. You are supposed to be 22 years old.
People always ask why… they want answers to the answerless, closure to the uncloseable, and peace from the endless torture
In my mind I can’t see how any of these would make it any easier, would make you losing any less horrific
In the coming days you will never be far from my hands
when I think of you, you will be there in brightly colored flower meadows, smiling your smile… laughing while the butterflies kiss your checks
and someday when i see you, not to far along, we will make up for lost time
Always on my mind love, always on my mind.
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