Jealous Bones

I’m jealous of the soil that gets to hold your bones. My heart is where you built your home. Now that house is vacant and I’m all alone.

It’s been 6 years now and I’m all grown.

But you still remain a 12 year old ghost.

I miss your eyes how they were two different colors. And oh how they shined throughout every summer. I miss your laughter, but now it’s gone. The end of my favorite chapter. I don’t even know if this all makes sense. I’m just trying to explain the death of my best friend. The life of this friend I wish never had to end. Now the house she built in my heart is no longer a home. Just a grave filled with my jealous bones.