Dear Journal,
I wrote a poem for Rosie,
Where ever she is...
I hurt you, didn't even realize it
Until you were gone.
You hung yourself, threw no fit.
And in the end of it all,
I begin to feel your pain
The years have gone by,
I've gotten my license, I drive in a lane
But I can't thrive on a picture,
A memory or a frame
I need you back
I need you back.
Do you need me?
Or am I just the trash
That I made you feel like.
I'm not good at poems.
Sincerely,
Will
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Dear Journal,
Non-FictionWill's beloved Rosie is long gone. All he has left if her is a picture, her diary and memories, regrets and broken promises. Book Two in the Dear Diary Series Book one: Dear Diary
