We lost our sun.

Our means to growth,

our nourishment.

We lost our root,

the root that kept us here,

together.

We lost our leaves,

the leaves that absorbed joy,

on the bleakest of days.

We lost our family.

Without her,

Our sun, our root, our home,

what's the point in staying?

Our loyalty lies,

now six feet under,

in a shroud of patchwork memories,

in the heart of a girl now gone.

We move forward,

alone.

And then we are gone.