April 5th

I am lost in a sea of sameness,
No one stands out.
We all wear different colors,
But they only look white to me.
I feel different,
For I wear all black and red,
But while all speak…
I remain silent.
This makes me a forgotten girl,
In a forest of iscolation with a broken heart.
No body knows who I am,
But all I keep thinking is:
‘til death do us part.
The love of my life is dead.

He died last month…
On his birthday… April 5th.
His last words were:
“I love you, Amber.”
I never got the chance to say:
“I love you too, Jason,”
He was already gone.
At his funeral,
I took a vow of silence;
And never spoke,
For two years.

At that time,
I returned to his grave,
No longer sad but,
Furious.

I asked God,
“Why Him? Why Me?”
Tears rolled down my face, as I said,
“My times up, but our time is just..
Beginning.”
With that I grabbed a knife,
From my jacket pocket,
Held it to my heart…
And as the blood poured out.
I smiled.

My last words were,
“I missed you, but now.
I have you. I love you too, Jason.”

They are together in heaven,
And can finally have…
The happily ever after,
They always wanted.