you'll probably think i'm insane
but each night that it rains,
i step out into the shower
with water breathing down me every hour,
and i imagine that the droplets falling on my lips
is you raining down on me to give me a final kiss;
i know i'm still grieving,
it hasn't been that long since you leaving,
but i also know what i want
and that is to finally move on,
and so i need you to know
that it doesn't mean i'll forget you, though;
because i owe you this life
and it is a little hard to describe
what i feel inside,
but when you died,
a part of me forgot how to exist
and now i'm learning to live in a world without you in it.
YOU ARE READING
7 Weeks Without You ✓
PoetryGrief is a five letter word but the turbulence it creates can last as much as five years, maybe even more. 7 Weeks Without You is not a story, but a state. Each week reflects one stage of grief: grief for the death of your loved one. Genre: Poetry ...
