On the Sense of Touch

Location

67052
United States
37° 40' 14.6172" N, 97° 35' 23.0532" W

I couldn't touch it.
The body, I mean.
I couldn't. Because I knew,
I just knew that the second I did
The supersaturated solution that was my heart
Would crystallize and crack
Into a thousand raw pieces.
The soulute of tears would pour out
And the battle would be over.
I would have lost.

So every time they told me
That I could touch him-
Help my "grieving process"
I looked at that room temperature hand
And tried not to think of biology frogs.
I sat and stared.
Eyebrows slightly furrowed
And expression set
Wearing the barest of smiles as my only protection
From overbearing family and well wishing friends
Who cried as they stood strong for me.

"We're closing the coffin now.
You should say your goodbyes."
And for one gleaming second
I want to grab that dead hand and scream.
Scream he's my dad and he's gone and I want him ba-
The lid closes.
I couldn't touch it.
The body, I mean.

Comments

ayla_anne

wow that was amazing. I could feel the emotion in that poem!

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