When I saw you,
In the coffin,
I thought,
I didn’t know you.
It was a shell of you,
Not the real you.

Your body lays at rest now,

It’s harder than I thought,
For you,
To be absent from the body,
To be gone.
. . . . . But where?

I know it’s not just me you left,
And it leaves a void that cannot be filled,
’cause knowing that you won’t be back,
I’m forced to say goodbye.
But don’t you worry,
I’ll wipe away the tears I can’t hide.

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds