So Weighted

lives were ended-- toothbrushes won't be used again, families will cry over the shampoo left in bottles that will never wash the sweet hair they once combed, the leftover gas in the car tanks of the deceased will burn out into the air like the spreading of ashes. Tonight I'll clean my room for those who won't again, for the families who will have to decide whether to wash their loved ones laundry or spread it around the house, one article per room for the wedding pictures that will never be. Today lives were stolen and Right now I'm trying to commemorate that but Tonight I'll fall asleep thinking about the holes that will be in this paper when the weight of my loneliness sinks in