Deep in my soul, a knife stabs my gut. I’ll never see him again.
“No” says my mom. “He’s in heaven.”
Is he though?
Darkness seeps inside of me.
And so does great fear.
I cry myself to sleep.
A deep and lasting slumber, then I wake up and I never feel hunger.
I feel like locking myself in, staying there forever.
My best friend hugs me, light but warm, but she doesn’t understand.
How could she? At least not yet. We are only in second grade.
I sit under the tree. The one we’ve had forever. She’s trying to get me to play.
I didn’t feel like it that sad day.
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