In These Past Ten Days:

Two lives have been lost…
 
Both deaths unexpected, but hers  
was going to come, regardless.  
“Pulmonary Embolism,”  
the doctors had said  
to the family, as they stared,  
disbelieving beside her small body,  
 
still and void.  
 
His was feared, suspected.
Three times he was pushed  
within the reach of death,  
until the fourth –
when, the heroin finally took him
before the rest of his life could.  
It was a trap  
and he didn’t see it. Or did he?  
“Your body can’t handle another  
overdose.” So he knew?  
 
Death does not have a response.
 
Her own sketches, self-portraits  
now framed over a casket  
covered in flowers.  
 
And the songs he composed despite  
his pain, now sung through tears  
of those left in deaths wake
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Dedicated to Marit (1994-2013) & Travis (1991-2013)
You will be missed.


©Shelley Marie 2013