Rainy Funerals

I miss the smiles we had when we were young

You swallow and rise from the bench. You need to do this, if you don’t you’ll be a let down. You’ll be the things everyone said you were.

I miss the memories of feeling love

Weak, stupid- No. They’re not true. You’re a smart, strong woman who has given it her all from the beginning despite the things she’s been through.

I miss us runnin’ underneath the sun

The sleepless nights that forbade you from leaving during the day. The world longing to see your face. Missing the feeling of wind in your hair and the grass against your feet. You missed so many things. Time to stop talking to the mirror.

Staring out the window when the rain would come

Afraid of hearing the glass shatter, there was no eye contact. Please don’t rain… I don’t want to go through it again. Please don’t make me go to through it again…

I miss the smiles we had when we were kids

“Even though we weren’t always on good terms, I still miss him. I still miss my father.”


The lyrics in italics are from I miss the days by NF. Pure fiction this funeral scene btw…

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12 thoughts on “Rainy Funerals

    1. Thanks Nour; really embracing the post-block life now 😁 I literally had the song on loop whilst I wrote this and stopping for looonggggg breaks to sing it. R.I.P. my voice xD

      1. That’s good I guess πŸ˜‚
        You’d think I’m talking to myself when in reality I’m singing along to a song in public. It’s hilarious πŸ˜‚ R.I.P whoever heard you πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚

      2. Same πŸ˜‚πŸ˜‚ I honestly thing I should get my mother earplugs at this point πŸ˜‚ I sing waaayyyy too much πŸ˜‚

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