One Two Three

One step. Two steps. Three steps no more. She stepped through the doorway in utter desolation, memories brimming; overflowing in her unhealthy brain- Alone…stuck in a hospital bed in complete isolation, they all made it clear to us she was undoubtedly insane. One pill. Two pills. Three pills too many. Filled with medication she was groggy and confused, wandering the hall’s she wished she could leave- deep down she contemplated on why she was used, as I was left in swarmed anguish, still too young to grieve. One thought. Two thoughts. Three thoughts, not enough. A storybook untold until adult years arrived, childhood demons haunted her like a feared prey- We all knew there’s no way she’d ever survive, but I was still in shock when she left that day. One week. Two weeks. Three weeks til’ death. They released her to the world before they should’ve, still lost, she turned to me for confidant counsel- After all was said and done I thought, “if only I could’ve”, but still relinquished knowing I’d always been doubtful. One rose. Two roses. Three roses were laid. I sit at the last place she took her last weary breath, she had closed her fatigued eyes for the last time- I still long for her laugh even in her tragic death… I wipe the salt from my eyes and hear the angel’s chime. Date Written: August 26, 2016