I have died
I died the day my heart stopped
When six feet and twenty miles felt one in the same
When butterflies past my window and I thought of someone I could not touch
Alas
I did not die
You did
But in doing so you brought me with you
To the land of unknowing
And the place of fear
Note: I miss you grandma. You were a parent when I had none. Rest well my dearest.
YOU ARE READING
Words
PoetryThe thoughts you think inside your head, I write them down. I think we should share more of those thoughts. So that the people who think similarly can find one another. Enjoy.
