Somewhere Beneath My Curled Toes

My heart was beating,
My lips quivering from the chill,
My bones aching,
My breath coming in uneven gulps,
And a single tear rolled off
my lower eyelash
and onto,
the tightly packed,
autumn cooled,
dirt.

It was done,
case closed,
over.
Her body,
Cold and still
And gone
Lay somewhere
beneath my curled toes.
Her cheerful green eyes,
dull deep in their sockets.
Her rosy cheeks,
turned white.
And her smile,
a peaceful grimace.
All somewhere beneath my curled toes.

One more life ended,
by the twists
and turns
of mother nature.
One less giggle
on our saddening earth.

And as the days turn to weeks
And those weeks into
months
and those months into years
I think,
Of those light pair of eyes
That giggle now a
far away whisper,
Now somewhere beneath my curled toes.

Those who say memories never fade,
But are never forgotten,
Must have never
Had someone
To
Forget.

For my brain finds itself loosening,
And the days I had spent
with her
erasing
so fragile
and easy
to forget
A soft fall to take.

That bright smile
now a shimmer
a reminder
of better
warmer
happier
Days.

Sometimes,
My feet wander back
to that spot
that place I last saw you,
some of the days
Come back
To me.

I wish that I could
have had,
A second chance
To say goodbye
To you,
For a brain that’s a loosening
can not seem to
Forget,
One thing
about you-

Your cheerful green eyes,
dull deep in their sockets.
Your rosy cheeks,
turned white.
Your her smile,
a peaceful grimace.
All somewhere beneath my curled toes.

 

 

Laura Haskin is in the eighth grade at the Masterman School. She enjoys painting, drawing, writing, and reading (of course).