1st August 2023 is a day
I will always remember.
Only my dad knew
How much I cried
That day.
The whole month was spent crying.
The first week was especially brutal.
I cried every night.
Afterwards,it lessened.
But I cried and cried
Whenever I see or hear something
That reminds me of him.
It's September now.
And it hurts less.
I don't get a pang in my heart anymore.
All I have are treacherous memories.
But I still miss him
Dearly.
YOU ARE READING
twenty three
Poetrywritten by a twenty three year old; in the year of twenty twenty three.
