I Was So Destroyed That I Didn’t Cry At Her Grave

Poetry

Melissa R. Mendelson
Nov 22 · 1 min read
Photo by Veit Hammer on Unsplash

I was sitting in the black limo,

heading to the cemetery.

Everyone was a wreck,

my mother was crying beside me,

but I didn’t cry.

“Are you okay,” my cousin asked me.