What Remains - Eva Patterson

The wind rustles the leaves,

The ground is cold and bare.

I tried to save you, once,

By embalming what’s not there.

A corpse, freezing and pale

A grave hardly dug,

I wonder, would it be this way

If it wasn’t for the drugs?

You went when I was young

Taking everything I needed.

I begged you to try for me,

And you turned as I pleaded.

My house is still haunted,

My body keeps the score,

Your thirst only strengthens

As you steal and drink some more.

Has God forgiven you, yet?

Are you Judas come to life?

I’m not sure what you’d get

From wielding a dull knife.

I’m too angry to cry,

And too cowardly to fight.

There’s no one left to blame

But you

and your spite.

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Eva is a junior English Major at U-Albany who enjoys hiking, writing, and her cat, Pinot.