The World is Crying and I am Too by Sevanna Jenkins

Heavy rain falls against my skin. I can’t feel much else. My cat stares at me through the window curiously. She doesn’t understand. Would she ever understand? It’s been three years since you’ve passed, and I still can’t fathom the fact that you don’t get to experience events such as these. 

Your cold body is buried six feet under, confined by the dry walls of your coffin. Nothing you feel will ever be the same again. Warm tears flow down my cheeks, contrasting the cold drops pricking my skin. 

I sit in the rain to feel a little something other than this overwhelming feeling of drowning. The world is crying with me. Do you think she mourns for the things she has lost? For the loss of things she could never have control over. Does she heal from the never-ending grief? Or is it just me? 

Why can’t I get over this? Every day, something new. The smell of you. I swear I saw you at the grocery store. Maybe it was the picture I keep of you as well. The cardinals keep me company as they once did for you. 

Can I see you again? Please let me see you again. Even if it’s just a dream. I promise it will be just this once. 

That’s a lie. And I think you know that too. Seeing you would send me back. Right back to the chapel, where I laid my tears out for you. 

I know I’ll see you again and maybe that’s the only comfort I’ll get from you. 

My heavy head looks up to the desolate sky. Please, I beg.