Dear Jane

May 28

Dear Jane,

           the class of 2015 finally graduated, and is over with, soon to be forgotten.

           your mother came up to me after the caps were thrown into the air, and people were making their way to who knows where in life. she gave me a weak smile, but if im honest, she didn't look so good. she had dark circles underneath her eyes, and her skin was too pale, ill looking. her skin clung to her bones, obviously having lost near twenty pounds.

            she congratulated me, and handed me a worn red leather book with a pained expression.

            "It was Jane's."

             the world seemed to slow down.

            "I can't take that," i managed to say.

             she gave me a sad smile, "I think you need to read it."

              i took it without another word, my throat too dry. she disappeared into the crowd of excited and happy now adults.

              you should've been one of them.

              i don't have the courage to read whatever this book of yours contains. will i ever have the courage i need?

             doubt it.

             not that i need it now, now that you're gone jane.

-P