MARCH

March came in a flash.

 Books were slapped shut without any hope of continuation

 and without any sort of momentum there was a crash.

 The days in the calendar passing by confirmed it wasn’t my imagination.

 The pain,

 the uncertainty.

 Everything was real.

 And with that came that feel,

 that sunken realization that darkness had found a way

 into my uneventful family day.  

 I cried.

 I couldn’t believe my aunt had died.

I wanted to be the one in the rain

 I begged to be the one to feel all the pain.

 Making the ones that less deserve it suffer is unfair

 My grandma wiped her hundredth tear,

 I could only hold her

 as she told me

 again,

 and again,

 the last time she had seen her.

 It reminded me of how easily people can die

 without any chance to say goodbye.

 and I directed all thoughts

 concentrated all my hopes

 into that ICU where my cousin was trying to breathe

 and I only thought

 get stronger and

 live,

 live,

 live.
I promise you’ll have everything I can give.

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