See You Later

By Connie Tang

I walk past her casket,
tears pouring down my face
as if it would never stop.
I can feel the coldness of her body
traveling down my spine.

Seeing her pale, white face,
knowing that I won’t see her beautiful smile again,
breaks my heart.

Never knowing if I will hear her sweet voice again,
breaks my heart.

For all I know she is happy,
where ever she may be
and she will want me to be too.
But a piece of my heart is longing
to be with her.

I know she will want me
to live my life without her,
but it hurts me every time
I see pictures of her or hear her name.

I dream about the day where
I will meet up with her.
May it be 20 or 40 years more,
may it even be less.

Trying not to catch another glimpse
of her cold, pale face,
I whisper,
“See you later, Stephanie.”
For I know I it will not be
the last time I see my cousin.

But the day
we meet again,
she will be there with open arms and a
“Hello!”