Loving Mr. Daniels

by Brittainy C. Cherry

Because when people died, they took their voices with them. I wondered if they knew how much the people left behind would kill for their sounds one last time.

I promise you I’ll be there for you, too. I don’t know how, and I probably shouldn’t make those kinds of promises, but just know when you see the wind whistling through the flowers, that’s me thanking you and hugging you during your darkest days.