I Wish It Was Me Poem by Mishelle walker

waking up
knowing wahts up
throws on my jacket
and grabs the package
walks out the foor
wishing for no more
going to her grave
but on her way
she stops and studders
but only to remeber
the day she left
that day was messed
the polished rock
that stands on top
that once gave me shock
how can she be gone
it wasnt even that long
now layed to rest
mabe for the best
how can this be
i wish it was me
whos like was taken
the night were mistaking