My Cousin Is Gone Gone
My fifteen-year-old cousin is gone.
I thought they meant she had run away.
She was gone gone.
Deceased. She had overdosed.
My only family member on drugs.
There was lots of wailing and crying.
Grandma was inconsolable.
Much blaming. Her mom’s fault. Her dad’s fault.
No one said it was her fault. She was a saint the instant she died.
I stayed out of all the blaming.
I saw my cousin last night in a dream.
She was running toward Jesus.
He had his arms stretched out in welcome.
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