School Jacket

School Jacket

I left my school jacket at her place.
Going back now is what I cant face.

I brought it outside when they went
To bathe her. I forgot what possessions meant.

The angels joined in to carry her up.
The flood of memories, each drop;
Was her. The white feather's eyes
Wouldn't spring as we said our byes.

This is a farewell to the fared away,
Less than a mountain, she won't weigh.
The droughted eyes would water no more.
Our love! Oh, she couldn't breathe no more.

The last golden glimpse of their girl
And we find ourselves part of a whirl.
Still skeptical of her demise, we try "realization"
Of her medically prophesied destination.

I hope I'll be forgiven for this conceit;
Bride in white, bridesmaids in black, friends to meet.
There were no predicted screams,
They wished peace in her dreams.

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This is my only piece of writing which I have never truly been confident about. Not in its writing style or diction or rhymes, instead to the topic on which this poem bases, I feel incompetent and unworthy as to comment on it. 

Couple of months ago, my senior and an acquaintance passed away, aged 17. I went to her funeral that day, the scene and the entire event in its best possible resolution is stored in my brain to this day. Since then, I felt this huge burden on my shoulders and words uncontrollably flowed out when I tried to materialize my thoughts into ink impresions.

This poem was written back then- completely unconfident, I sent it to a teacher asking for her opinion, which she replied with: "I don't know what to say." That was all I needed to discourage myself from ever writing again. I felt as if I had disgraced her memory and this event wasn't mine to describe. I threw this poem in a least visited folder, determinedly swearing I would never write again. But these words and phrases (tho they arent at all great), one can't make them form with merely an intention, nor can one stop them. 

Due to some reasons, today I am finally posting this poem. But the fact remains that I am still not confident regarding this writing. If anyone of you feels of this as a disrespect to my senior, I would have to ask for forgiveness.( This is by-far my most bleak poem with the usual contrasts of optimistic symbols)

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