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Your Memory
You were there at one time, but now, you're gone.
Have been...for too long...awhile. Through each writing I finish, every time I rhyme, I wonder if you'd have been proud...of my poetry...and of my prose...thinking of you, helps me be strong; through the hurt, I think of what could've been, and I can't help but smile.
Somehow, I feel alone, even when I'm surrounded by a crowd; my mouth is silent, but my soul is screaming out loud.
"It's not fair. I wanted you there. Always. Without you, my days...are not quite complete. Still, I have to face what's ahead, I must keep moving my feet."
It's tough, without you here. I have to confront each fear, without your guidance...without you near.
Each ear...longs to hear...the voice of my Dad...since that's not possible...I hold onto the dreams I've had, where I saw you, and we talked...with every step I've walked, I still can't remember you.
And so...I honor your memory. I let it defend me, from the harsh reality of this life, the life I must live, with just the love I hold for you inside...my heart.
It's difficult to function, but I know where to start. Here...and there. It's easy, when I feel your spirit everywhere...I go.
I love you, Dad. ❤️
The negative of you is me
We met again
3 years to the day
The day
I could never forget
The day he was laid to rest
Seeing him now before me
I should be frightened
But I wasn't
I was too captivated
By his beauty
His eyes had changed
The whites were black
The pupils were white
And the color
Was now an entrancing golden
Blazing like the sun
His voice whispered
An intoxicating melody
I wanted to play eternally on repeat
Had he become an angel?
With his pale skin
And gentle touch
Or was this the Devils doing?
Knowing he was the only one
I could never resist.
An angel I did love
as beautiful as the night's sky
Stars shining in his eyes
As bright as a sunny day
A warm heart and hot embrace
when the heavens began to cry
On the day that he died
I found a letter that he wrote
A little sketch and so much hope
Knowing he would watch over me
To make sure I lived happily