I was driving, for what seemed like forever

Why is the cemetary so far away?

Maybe so we don’t have to think about it

Think about her.

Her. 

Who could have been me. 

Me. Who’s alive. 

She who’s not. 

Who is about to buried in the ground. 

Me, Who is about to shovel dirt on top of her casket. 

With her body in it, 

Which used to be as warm as mine. 

Why? Why do we say goodbye this way? Why do we have to say goodbye. 

Her firery red hair should be blowing in the wind. 

But she 

She decided the world was better off without her. 

And I’m driving for what seems like forever 

Because I chose life 

And that’s as close to forever as we get.