April 8: Last Forever

These words are overdue

But my excuse for not writing is because I walk with you.

Looking up to acknowledge your spirit

Quieting my mind so I can hear your wisdom

Death is a bitch, but it doesn’t mean things are through

Change is enviable even when it means some things will no longer be visiable

And I’m pitiful, wishing I’ve done some more

No matter when YOU left, I start spiraling in regret,

Crying and praying my tears can make you whole again

Turn back the hands of time, so I can do what should have already been done.

But then I step back into reality… it’s too late

….

I cried like crazy at your funeral

I know God brought you home.

RIP: St. Julia Silien, Diderot Nemorin, Jr., Sophia Zachner