Murphy's Law In Autumn (Part 2)

He was found that morning, the peace of the day was shattered Before the day had begun. That call raped my virgin heart from its’ happy emotions. Leaving behind an emotional scar. As I walked down the church isle, I knew in my broken heart this would be the last time I’d see him. What a memory to have the rest of my life. The reality of not being able to laugh and have fun set in, Even the walls, ceilings, and floors mourned. They were used to hearing us laugh casting echoes of laughter. Now they were quiet like the rest of us. The sound of clinking silverware and sniffling was the only sound heard that holiday season. When I visit my aunt, the living room’s quiet, The sound of the ticking clocks break the awkward silence every time. If it weren’t for the clocks, I’d go insane. This is a walk I don’t want to remember but always will. Seeing my uncle regret that bargain. One never knows the events that’ll transpire, in reality it wasn’t the bargain. He would’ve used whatever, it just happened to be that extension cord. But that’s the weight of my uncle’s unhappiness, it wasn’t my aunt getting onto him that day, Nor the officer that gave him a ticket, nor the fight his girlfriend picked that night. It wasn’t his brothers fault either For not lending him some money nor mine for not spending the night and everything else. What if’s replaced our joy. “What if I’d stayed, would he have done that ?” When a pebble’s cast into water, it doesn’t cast a one sided ripple casts ripples in every direction. I guess that’s why we all blame ourselves. When we walk into the living room it’s not his pictures that reminds us of what we lost, it’s that new piece of sheetrock that’s brighter than the others. I guess my uncles regret never gave him the motivation to finish the ceiling. ______________________________ Written in the perspective of a friend