Over the years i learned
to swallow my pain.
Yet it always came
up, enveloped
in blame.
No one knew to react,
no one knew to care.
i just wanted the one
no longer
there.

It wasn't your choice, no one
could choose
this.
The time to die, although
i wish i had a say in it.
Memories keep fading,
yet i'm still
here.
Waiting, waiting
for your six-foot frame
to reappear.

(Published in Oral Roberts University's literary journal: Promethia - 2015-2016 edition)

Reagan Fleming