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Emily Holton

Big Bob

The months past by
in early spring.
He became a mold
That grew on her,
Bringing her down.
She loved him,
Ever so much.
But he was
A wrecking ball.
Swinging at the walls
Of her life.
Breaking her down
Slowly.

For days at a time,
She would sit,
Rotting away on the couch,
Completing crossword.
He became a ring
Of fungus, surrounding her.
Giving her no room to
Breathe, no room for
Herself.

Then, in the beginning of summer,
He went to sleep.
A sleep that is never
To be awakened.

At the end of summer,
She is out,
Always out and about,
Making trouble with
Her loving friends.

It may just be
A way to cope
The decease of her love
Was so heartbreaking
It cannot be described in words.
But as bad as
It may sound,
The death might have been
The best thing to happen
To her in years.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]