This is a poem I wrote about a month and a half ago:
I look up at the sky and wonder where you are.
I wonder why they never mention your name.
I think about you as a star.
Burning fast,
Burning bright,
Burning out, no more light.
I never really knew you, but I often think these things.
I wonder if things were different,
Would I even speak your name?
You impacted so many people
By your life day to day
The one's who held you dearly
May never say your name.
They thought you were going off
Free and clear
They thought your life was about to start,
Until you took it.
I may never really know you
Or will those who loved you fully know.
But there's one way I can tell you how I feel
I can say your name and hope you hear.
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How we remember is as important as what we remember.
ReplyDeleteWell done, EP.
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Thanks, Pops!
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