AN: yup. so it's a freeverse of james's death. OH NO.
He looks at me with
those sad gray eyes
The eyes i got from him
his blonde hair is
streaked with white
There's a million things
coming through his
mind right now
i know that for sure.
Ever since i was
a little girl
me and dad had
a language
just for ourselves
spoken
with our eyes
one glance
and
i knew everything.
a
thud
a
croak
and
just
like
that
he
is gone
forever
to some
unknown god
and
i cry
and cry
and i
do
not
notice he is still
alive
screeching his
last words
out
Run
he says
and
i
do,
his
last words still
ringing in my
ears
but first i slip a
photo i found
of him and mommy
under the glass
run
run
run
run
run
and
then
i descent
and
i
know
this
time i actually
am alone
for good.
run
run
run