There exists a place where she lives and I don’t
Where she survived and I succumbed
Let the illness float me downstream to a better existence
Where I did not have to blame myself for surviving this long
For what if she could have given more than I can?
I have a laundry list of people who should have survived but did not
Her name still burns in the past tense
My cousin, you watched me grow up
We both suffered one in the same
Addicts in our own rights, ill in an organ society still thinks shouldn’t get sick
I tried to join you a year and a half later
I bear a weight too heavy for me to carry, for I carry your memory and what you could have become
I am still trying to find peace
But I was sent spiraling in mourning, wishing it was anyone but you
I know the drugs feel too good and that the emotions are a hell that is a solitary experience with just your name on the door
Surviving is something I struggle with these days
On the darkest ones I always looked to you
But now they are darker
Maybe I will feel you on my shoulder soon telling me to keep on going for you