I want to tell and sing and dance your story,
For every living person to learn.
To make a tribute, give you glory -
I bet you'd smirk and like it all the way.
And yet I cannot bring myself
To sort the photos, videos and songs.
I guess I'm close to sorting thoughts,
But every time I see a picture they do go wrong.
Much time has passed already
And more will pass and go.
Is it a weakness to remember
Or is it normal to hold on?
And it got harder to express this loss,
To let new people in thereon.
Yes, it does not define of me the most
But it's a part that might explain a lot.
I'm torn between saying out loud
And sulking to myself alone -
How should I know if I'm just out
For other's pity and assuring tone -
Or truly shocked (still) by this all?
YOU ARE READING
Poetic Études
PoetryA collection of short poems, sometimes free verse, written anywhere and anytime when I found inspiration in nature, weather, places and smells.