"Was" instead of "is".

I lay with my dog on my lap,
its almost as if she knew
I was upset
when I got here.

I sat down and she just pushed my arms
open so there was room for her.

It feels like every memory I have
of my mom
is tainted..

I'm watching everything turn into
"was" instead of "is".

She's really gone.
She's really dead.
She's really never coming back.

She will never call.
She will never tell me happy birthday.
She will never be mad at me again,
nor will she ever smile for me again.
SHE IS GONE.

She will never look alive.
She will never be herself again.
She is gone.