<p>I couldn’t find him up there, so I started drinking too. </p><p>Who knows, I could find him in one of these sachets, cans or bottles.</p><p></p><p>Where are my parents in the midst of all this saga? </p><p>Mom’s mantra: “Honey, give her some time, she’s still grieving, give her some time.” </p><p>Dad’s mantra: “For how long? It’s been five years, for how long?” </p><p>Yope, it’s been five years already. </p><p>Five years of intense emptiness, five years of… </p><p>You know what, let’s not get emotional.</p><p></p><p>On my way to my supposed-to-be in-laws’ place for the memorial service. </p><p>In other words, on my way to act like my boyfriend didn’t get killed in front of me. </p><p>On my way to act like my hands weren't covered in his blood while he fought for his life and lost to death. </p><p>What a weak boy, lost the only battle that mattered. </p><p>Oh well, you win some, you lose some. </p><p>His was his life, how gruesome.</p><p></p><p>Black shades, black heels, and a black two-piece suit. </p><p>You’d think I played <em>The Devil Wears Prada. </em></p><p>You know what they say: “When life gives you lemons, you make lemonade.” </p><p>I never thought I’d look good in all black—thanks, boo.</p><p></p><p>Of course I can’t forget my black purse, </p><p>filled with cheap weed. </p><p>What? We listen and we don’t… </p><p>Yope.</p><p></p><p>The same sad shit every year. I’m quite sure he didn’t even fancy things like this when he was down here. </p><p>I don’t know about now; maybe She’s changed him. </p><p>People often change a lot after death, I think. </p><p>I haven’t died before, so I wouldn’t know. </p><p>Maybe when She calls and I decide to answer, I’d let you know what we talked about.</p><p></p><p>Went to his final resting place and had a word with him. </p><p>And shared a blunt with him. </p><p>And told him things I wouldn’t tell anyone in my right senses. </p><p>Told him how my dad wants to ship me away to a whole new state: “a clean slate,” he said it'd be.</p><p>Start therapy, go back to school, get a job, you know, life again. </p><p>I would have told him to come, but… </p><p></p><p>This is goodbye, I guess…</p>