Did I Dream It?

April 29, 2009
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Hole in my heart.
Can not be filled with anything.
Feels filled with concrete.
So heavy.
I carry around thoughts of him, filling my head.
Never forget, ever.
His face printed on paper
is all I have left.
I gaze upon his eyes.
Eternally remembering.
Cheeks wet.
Bright red.
As if the harder I cry,
it will bring him back to me.
Why did this happen to me?
So young.
Why was he taken from me?
No reason.
Sitting next to his resting place
I never want to leave,
I'm with him again,
next to him.
The dash I see between the years he lived
Holds all memories.
I hold on.
So tight.
Never let go.

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Mikal said...
May 16, 2009 at 1:14 am
I feel ur pain. My step grandpa died to a heart attack. It was very tagic. Check out my new poem: A letter to love
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