Her smile radiated as brightly as the sun
Exposing her beautifully kept teeth which glimmered and gleamed
In the soft glow of the moonlight
I responded with a smile to match hers
Waving in response to the goodbye she said
Laughing at her antics before she closed her door
Then came the shock of my life the next day
Her body found, hanging from a ceiling fan
My head reeled with pain
I suddenly felt woozy
How could this be?
When I had seen her just yesterday
Dressed in black I came
To bid her a final farewell
Sucking in a deep breath, I walked to the box
The box that would hold her for eternity
Desperately wishing and praying that this was all a dream
It couldn’t be her
It shouldn’t have been her
And yet it was she
She was so beautiful
So very dead but yet so lovely even in death
Filled with so much promise
Never again to be unleashed
All dreams, aspirations and future generations
Wiped out in a fatal and irreversible decision she made
Tears stream down my face uncontrollably
Not ordinary tears but tears of blood
And yet, she lies there as unmoving as ever
Her mum looking at her with love, grief and pain
For the dust of her womb taken away forever
Her father stroking her mother gently
Looking ashen and pale
So different from his usual sunny self
My heart feels as though it has been ripped in two
As I watch that hateful box
Lowered six feet into the soil
Never to be seen again
The soil thrown over her as if she had never been
With every thud of soil on the box
I feel a piece of me go missing
A piece that can and never will be replaced