Muddy Jeans

Story about suicide and loss from the perspective of both the griever and the ghost

I’m falling down, down

So far away.

I can’t turn back now.

I’ve fallen too far, down and away.

Tears fall, from your face

Your knees resting, on my grave.

Flowers fall, from your hand

Like the words, that spill from your lips.

As you say, you see me everyday.

But when you stop, to try and stare, I’m not there.

The shirt you hold,

Has lost it’s glow

I borrowed it long ago.

The smell long faded

You speak through sobs

As you say

I can’t seem to remember your face.

I’m sorry I left

I’d take it all back.

I watch every day.
Your knees on my grave

You seem so far away.

I thought those pills,

Would clean my slate

Help me fade away,

I never knew, the real truth.

That you’d  come every day.

Knees on my grave.

Tears on your face.

As you say.

I miss you every day.