Your eyes grow misty.
You stifle a sniff or even a tear as you watch the shiny mahogany box being eased down.
You pretend to be invisible.
You pull the collar of your black trench coat up to the corners of your ears,
So it almost blends in with your black matted hair.
The day is overcast and a light gray,
A little too fluorescent for your taste.
The memory of her plays in your mind like a broken movie projector.
Her gorgeous auburn curls,
Her shining green eyes,
Full of promise.
Taken from her,
From you,
And nobody sees it.
You watch as Merri-Lee pretends to cry into the cameras,
Trying to win sympathy viewers,
By recording "the hardest day of her life".
You see Massie Block,
Her supposed best friend,
Checking her nails.
She finds one that is broken,
And her first tears of the day are shed.
You can't bring yourself to even look at her.
You see Massie's lover,
Claire Lyons,
Crying.
You would be sympathetic,
You would put your arm around her,
But from experience you know,
She could be crying about anything.
Kristen Gregory stands solemnly.
Her cheeks are contoured,
Her eyes fixed where yours are.
The only problem?
She has someone to hold her.
Chris Plovert gently caresses her back,
He puts his arm around her.
You can't help but be jealous.
The most disgusting sight you lay your eyes upon,
Is Cam Fisher.
Your brother,
Her boyfriend,
He feels no pain.
He sees nothing wrong.
He forces his face straight,
Straightens his mouth to a frown,
All to get a hug from Alicia.
She holds him gently,
Her face serious,
His mouth never feigns,
But his eyes give it away.
He's glad she's gone,
Because he can now make his move.
You see many familiar faces,
Except for Josh Hotz,
The one who stole her life,
And your heart.
