This is a story of how I lived.
My memories with the people closest to me
They had stories apiece, and through them relived
All those days we spent living so carefree
I don’t know if it was a blessing or a curse
I was able to see people actually miss me
I don’t know why I didn’t move on at first
I lingered awhile, just floating idly,
To this day, I don’t know why I had to die
I didn’t plan it and I don’t know why
One day I upped and left my body behind
This is a story of how I died.
© Jade M. Wong 2016
Day 28 of NaPoWriMo. Prompt: Write a poem that tells a story backwards.
This was tricky. That is all.