A car accident this morning brings back memories of loss.
My nephew is ok, though his car is not.
I can’t help but cry and remember my girl.
She wasn’t ok.
I’m so sorry Bryer.
Contents of a wooden box,
Dreaming of the wind,
A vague recollection of leaves
Distant memories of hair blowing wildly
Caresses of a warm breeze
echoing in a half lost memory.
Final remnants of unconditional love
suspended in time, until acceptance settles,
enabling the strength to scatter lost hopes
But hindsight is 20/20.
When you think back,
you can always clearly see signs.
Easily ignored things…
One room that always feels cold.
Field gems burying themselves in the earth.
A child’s dreams of death and dying.
Those are just a few of the things…
You try so hard not to overthink things.
to your own ears.
So you ignore the goosebumps on your arms.
Choosing rational answers.
The same as in her dreams.
Forever leaving you to question
why you didn’t see the signs…
I may be gone, but still I’m here,
I answer when you call my name
Each tear you cry, I cry the same.
I know you love me
You’ve been so strong
I love you too. I haven’t gone.
I’ve been beside you every day
and with you I will always stay.
This pain we share will ever be
Don’t give your life to grieving me.
Pick up your heart and carry on
I’ll always love you
I haven’t gone.