Used to be Mine: A Song-based Fiction

Stranger. That is what I am.

Sitting people all in black and white, I am estranged to everyone, except one person. She is the only human who knows me here. But she can never say who I am.

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She’s imperfect but she tries.

She is good but she lies.

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Silence. Murmurs. Quiet sobs. The humans that surround me is as still, as her, as me.

I am somehow a gatecrasher to a wake I was not invited to. But I am here, for her, for a woman who used to be mine.

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She is hard on herself.

She is broken and won’t ask for help.

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Her mom has spoken, in between loud wails.

Her husband has said a short heartless sentence.

Her little lass, who looked just liked her, sang a song.

Her best friend has stood and hold the microphone, but wasn’t able to utter any word.

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She is messy but she’s kind.

She is lonely most of the time.

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Now it’s my turn.

“Anyone who want to offer words for…”

I stood, just before the sentence was finished. Everyone looked at me.

I gripped the small piece of paper I’ve been holding for hours. It contains the eulogy I have written…for the only girl that I loved. For the girl who was once mine.

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She is all of this mixed up.

And baked in a beautiful pie.

She is gone but she used to be mine.

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12.04.2015
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer

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Based on She Used to be Mine by Sara Bareilles. Bold and italicized parts are from lyrics of the song.