The Earliest Memory
I thought about it today, when I said that I was fine, I thought about it on my drive home, passing the familiar sign. I thought about it today, while you stared into your phone, I thought about it at work, feeling so alone. I thought about it today, wondering if it would hurt, I thought about it today, wondering who’d miss me first. I thought about my children, their lives so unaware, I thought about it today, feeling heavy with despair. I thought about my wrongs, the guilt that I own, I thought about my absence, like a shadow unknown. I thought about it today, the life that I’ve shown, And the haunting realization, that I won’t be missed when I’m gone. Maggie sat in her office, tapping her fingers on the keyboard. She stared at the computer screen, rereading a poem she had written. She couldn't remember the last time she had written one. High school maybe? When Maggie wrote poems, it meant she was in her darkest moments. She wondered how'd she gotten to ...