It was too much; the crying

They told her stop, but she couldn’t

Like a child she poured out her whole heart

And like a child she drowned in confusion; unaware of what had happened

With their mouths full of sugar they comforted her with sweet words

But they didn’t understand; they couldn’t see

That every star in her little sky had suddenly died

The roses she had planted in her garden were now dried

The youthful glow in her eyes had faded

And the numbness continued through her veins

As her salty tears left her pillow stained

To her it was as if a person had died

Because he had in her heart and in her mind

He was dead

She picked the few wildflowers from the field they had grown together for his funeral

And laid them next to the box of memories she had been saving for the future

Only to find that it no longer served a purpose

Then she feared the box being taken away from her

It was all that she had

So she held on to it tight

Like she did her pillow at night