By Cambria Kelly
The aglets of my shoes don a fresh coat of mud
He used to remind me to tie them,
Bad habits.
A puddle has formed in the space beneath my feet,
And my messy laces float, reaching out like roots.
Beeeep! BOOM!
In the face of thundering downpour,
Vehicular noises tune into the background.
Droplets overflow from my eyes,
Are they tears? Or are they rain?
Nonetheless, my thumbs wipe them away.
My sorrowful screams sound silent,
Standing before his grave.
I stare into the heavens,
Hoping that he saw
He was my king, my czar.
Dear, I hope you receive my love.