• David's Dead

    By: Matthew Draft

    Before he left
    he folded his hand in mine,
    I said good luck
    he kissed me good bye

    The faucet hissed at the silence
    in the apartment awaiting his return from the desert
    the sauce was burning
    as I lay on the floor
    I look over at the closed
    bedroom door
    everything was perfect
    then I picked up the phone
    I dropped it when grief creped up
    my legs, shattered my knees
    warped my spine
    then finally drove a dagger to my heart
    the cold burn of Lysol runs up my nose
    Mission accomplished, thanks a lot a*****e
    Knowing I could never sleep in the bed without him
    the room had not changed since he left
    this his mother cried
    those three awful words
    Zach, David's dead