The Day She Died

I didn't cry the day she died.

I didn't dine the day she died.

I didn't feel the day she died.

I didn't fear the day she died.

I didn't drink the day she died.

I didn't think the day she died.

I tried and tried the day she died.

I dialed and dialed the day she died.

I compressed fifteen the day she died.

I tried alone the day she died.

I waited so long the day she died.

I kneeled so long the day she died.

I watched them crowd the day she died.

I sat alone the day she died.

I didn't stop breathing the day she died.

I didn't stop wanting the day she died.

I didn't stop loving the day she died.

I didn't stop remembering the day she died.

Reviews

[Scott Christian]

There's an interesting balance of sadness, remembrance, and intensity about the way this is written. The repetition of "the/that day (that) she died" really emphasizes the subject's struggle with a tragedy. The grouping of the verses adds a level of... how to say... "hurriedness", almost as if remembering what happened is causing his/her thoughts to race.

This is a wonderful work. Very powerful.

[Forever Mine]

This was interesting. It goes from being sad to being bitter it seems at the end. Nice Poem.

The tone's sort of indifferent at first, like the narrator's trying not to be fazed in the slightest, but then a touch of bitterness, even sadness and regret registers near the end of the write.

[bbb]

This is a piece full of mixed emotions and actions, all the effects of death on the writer. I like how it repeats to drive the point home. Nice work!

[Aynsley]

Woah, that was intense!
Sad, and selfish I guess :/
But overall a great poem! :)

[I Am Svetlana]

Wow, very deep stuff right here. Great job!