The Last Drop

Vibrations seizing my every move the train comes to a stop. We fill up like sardines into the metal cab The screaming of the train wheels suffocate my thoughts and the faces across the cab notice me... The thick air in front of me stands stagnant Traveling to the hospital turns my stomach She's plugged up with tubes and stitching She's not the same Aunt she once was The silence of the audience makes it harder to lose my train of thought While the wheels squeal, I stand vertical with my emotional mother We cross arms and nod The echoing sound of the silence leads us out onto the streets of Boston We walk into a building of white The forshadowing colors of the next life remove me from reality and toss me onto the streets of the past Never did we see this as the end Never did we see the danger of the sips she took Never again will she fill my heart with laughter but she is never forgotten. RIP Aunt Karen 1965-2013