Kristine Callahan

English 110

They say that thanksgiving is a time for thanks. What am I thankful for? Losing a dear friend? Or is it that I can't get any trust from my friends? Not just a few, it's all of them.

I sit here staring at my empty plate. I look up at the cold dead turkey. I break in to tear's thinking about you. Tears roll down my face and fall on to the plate. Sitting here alone...crying over my loss of you.

I place my head in my arms and just let everything out. I walk up to my room and pick up an old photo, I cry even harder. That photo of you and me, together in happier times. It makes me sick and depressed. I sit here thinking of what I’m thankful for. Morning over what I had, is now lost and buried six feet under the ground.