I wept, my sister balled, and my other sister stood with no convection.
She didn’t love her as much as I did, and somehow I didn’t love her as much as she did.
When I dug that hole, it was fun and I forgot what I was supposed to do, but when it was all over, I remembered I had a job.
I put her in the ground and covered her with dirt.
She didn’t get a coffin, making it look like she was murdered.
I laid the daisies we had collected and found a rock in the shape of a heart to mark her grave in place of a tombstone.
It was just one moment I would remember forever.
I stood over the body everyday and hoped she made it to a better place.
Before I’d leave I’d say good bye, and when I’d returned, I’d said Hi.
I never knew it would be this hard, I never knew it would hurt this much.
I’ve come to accept this is part of life but to see her die will always be in my mind.
I cared for her and loved her so, we hung out all day and I slept by her side.
Even when we fought, we always made up.
And whenever she got hurt, I was there for her.
I will miss her, I will think of her, I will always love her.
Goodbye, Moksha.