Gone
"You never know the worth of the water until the well is dry."
-Thomas Fuller
You never how much someone has impacted your life until their gone.
Gone. Gone. I hate that word.
It's too dry. It has no deeper meaning. It doesn't express the feeling of loss. It shows no insight to the tears shed on the missing object. Thing. Person.
Then you have this feeling of….loneliness….that you can't quite define. You can't grasp what exactly is missing, but you know there is something….gone….
When she went missing….when she disappeared….when-when her name was plastered on every board, pole, locker, desk….when she slipped from my fingertips, gone she became.
Where did she go?
What happened to her?
Why is she gone?
They asked, one by one they lined up to ask the same questions. Over and over and over again as if it was simple clockwork.
But it didn't last long.
Days. Months. Years passed. The papers became soggy from weathering. Everybody stopped searching. People forgot. Her name sank below the layers of the Earth slowly burning away.
But I….I couldn't forget.
No matter how much I tried. Memories replayed in my brain. I'd forget she was even gone. Her name burned in my memories. Slowly chipping away at my spirit, heart, and soul.
Even after all these days; months; years, I have remembered.
And I sit here everyday. Wondering whatever did happen to her. Because when she left she took everything with her.
Joy….gone. Smiles….gone. Love….gone.
Nothing remained but a broken boy who couldn't figure out what he wanted. And this is where it got him.
The day Star Butterfly was sucked into that portal was the day Marco's life became nothing but the word…
Gone.
