Summer, lake, family, country, home...these are the words I think of when I look back and remember all the time we spent together.
Decaf coffee, peanut butter and onion sandwiches, beets, mashed turnip and John Deere are all words that bring back memories of you.
I knew so many little things about you, like how you always hated us slamming doors and drank your coffee black. But there were so many things I didn't know.
What was your favorite colour? Your favorite place in the world? Did you ever have a childhood dream we didn't know about? I wish that I could have asked you, that I had remembered to.
Only it seems like the more you know about someone, the less you remember. That the more time you spend with someone, the more you realize how little you really knew about them.
I remember the important things, and that is all that matters. That is all I have left of you now. I will not forget. I cannot forget.
Though it is hard not to wonder about the unknown sometimes. What I do know will have to do. Until we meet again, je t'aime.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
