The Undead

i watched as you stood there

exhaustion buried deep in your eyes

skin and bones so frail,

as if a spoon could puncture

i thought to myself

“if only i’d been there for her”

“if only i listened better”

“if only i checked in on her sooner”

“if only”

“if only”

“if only”…

but now,

as friends and family congratulate your appearance,

i looked at the corpse of this girl in front of me

a small smile forming on her lips

how could they not see that they were pushing her

deep into the ground

into a shallow grave