I stand in a trance. The candles glow lights up the hand made posters and crosses hung upon the worn fence. The ebony sky closes the world in, whimpers and cries all around. Memories, moments, mourning. “Padre nuestro, que esta en el cielo..”My tanned hands turn white joining in the spanish prayer. My leaden feet drag me closer, the smell of vanilla and freshly picked flowers invade. A car honks in remorse, its lights shining across the strewn together memorial. The heat of my friends body’s hoist me up, my strength fading. Sorrow bit at the back of my skull, the loss of my past and present multiplying eachothers effect. despair took hold of my desolate yet full mind as I let the ebony sky take me for just a second. Sadness tore through my stomach as I let myself feel, a voluntary torture. It festered for just a minute. I gripped the warmth and light I could find and cast the ink black present back. “Goodbye”