Misunderstand me…

I’m not asking for forgiveness.

I stand by what is done.

Don’t wait for an apology,

I won’t be giving one.

I asked to face our troubles,

to compromise and share.

Silence was your answer.

No single word of care.

I’m sorry this has happened.

I’m sad we’ve lost our flame.

But you misunderstand me,

I’m not fully to blame.

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Bryer’s birthday…

Remember remember the sixth of November.

 

You should have been turning fifteen this week.

But you died two and a half years ago.

Where has the time gone?

I’m able to talk about you without crying sometimes now.

Sometimes I can even have a laugh over something you said or did.

The tears still come daily though.

Usually at night.

 

I’ve nearly completed the sentence I received for your death.

My ‘official’ sentence, that is.

You and I both know that my real sentence is living through every day that you lost.

 

You should have been turning fifteen this week.

I’m so sorry Bryer.

I’m so so sorry, my baby.