OCTOBER SKY
October skies, they fill with gloom,
As I replay disgraceful memories of you
The last sight of you, & what I heard you say,
How can I stop blaming myself for not letting you stay
Home, they say is where the heart is,
But home to us was where the ticking bomb lived
Loud sleepless nights, followed by red & blue lights,
Men with cuffs & badges always took him out of our sights
& how can I love him when all he caused was pain,
The laughs were temporary, yet the tears sustained
With cloudy memories, that fill my eyes
Wishing to hear your voice one last time
The thought of not remembering the way you sound,
Because the sound of your screams still stay around
They flood like Sandy did in '12,
& to think the detectives would be the ones to tell-
They tell us you're gone, & he took his & your life
But how when you last told me you loved me, & you'd get us after sunrise
Yet your sun set & my heart sank with it too
To know I'lI never get to hear you say again "I love you"
Or to put our makeup on when it was time for a party,
Watching you glam influenced me, now look what you started
I pick up these brushes, & always think of you
& I know if you were here, you'd pick them up with me too
& we'd do our makeup again together, not only to cover your bruises,
But to be the "diva" you'd always say you were & I'd always approve
& to dad I love you, but I hate that I do,
when you made the choice to end it all, it caused a quake, I wish you knew
How I feel alone, misunderstood
How I feel unheard, & disapproved
How I had to learn life again,
How I was constantly hurt by family & friends
How your little girl was manipulated & taken advantage of,
How your little girl cries to sleep, frequently poising myself with alcohol & drugs
How it feels to watch my brother, without a dad
How it feels to watch my sister at 18 turn to a "mom" of 2 really fast
How it feels in October & every other day,
Wishing you thought of us, & how it would affect our way
Way of living, being, the view on love,
You were supposed to protect me, now who can I trust
How it feels in October, a heavy chest & purple flowers we lie
On a gravestone with her name on it, as she hugs us from the sky.