Forever

Forever Jazlyn Ibarra

I thought I saw you sitting in the pews, Following along with the reading. But you weren’t actually there. It was force of habit to look up and see you.

We would follow along with the reading Side by side. It was force of habit to look up and see you; Seven-year-old me thought you were so tall.

Side by side. Forever, you promised. Seven-year-old me thought you would be with me forever, But your illness didn’t put forever into account.

Forever, you promised. Forever lasted eleven more years. Your illness didn’t put forever into account. But the memories I have of you will stay with me forever.

Forever lasted eleven more years And you aren’t here. But the memories I have of you will stay with me forever; I see you sitting in the pews.

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