Deja Vu

I cried I can still remember how my eyes burned like when makeup gets in the eye except that I couldn't stop the burning or the hurting over losing you. I sat through the sermon barely exsisting. That day I said goodbye. As all my living family walked away still breathing. I wanted to be among the dead just so I wouldn't have to leave your side These people were all I had Ironically I haven't seen any of them since I last saw your face in your coffin were back here again Deja Vu as they would say My uncle lying dead and I sit through another sermon