Life, Ginny Georgekutty

Every day she woke up
sitting in the kitchen
gazing out the window
with their faces looking back
not with the same smiles she knew
only with the regret, the fear and the anger
hidden deep inside her
It had been years, probably three
if she had to guess
yet she still could not grasp
that they were truly gone
she kept thinking
It couldn't have happened
It must have been a dream
Yet she knew inside
it was the only true reason
for the mess her life became
they say time heals all wounds
sure she thought, but with a scar
as a reminder each day
of the life she now faced
all alone, by herself
Why did it have to be her
Why not the bloke down the street
or the one next door
who's simply bored out of his mind
she didn't want this life
with nothing but pain and suffering
nothing but a million corpses
or the funerals of their families
grieving over their loss
of course, what would you know
you didn't live this life
She got up with a heavy sigh
and walked out the door
willing to finally face
the cruel, unfair reality
she tried to hide from, for years
in spite of her fears
of being alone,
or making mistakes
without them there to help her up
but that's the way life works
random with its twists and turns
she just had to learn to face them,
and make the most of them in her life