Eleven Years
Eleven years and not a day goes by that I don't think of you though I no longer cry. I still daydream what could, what should have been Imagine how you would have looked at this age The guilt comes and goes The pain ebbs and flows But I've learned to let go of the rage I still long to speak to you Still think about how you would like some random thing that I see You've infiltrated my soul over time You're gone but not far for you dwell within me.
Just a subpar poem I wrote to mark the day. We'll listen to punk music and toss petals on the water together this year, me, KĆ„re, Helena and your dear little namesake. He doesn't understand why we do it but he knows it means something to his pappa.
Thanks to KĆ„re for helping me with the graphic.
