When you died,
your soul was bound to the stars.
It left me searching for you each night.
It left me guessing which star was you.
I spent years searching the stars.
I spent years guessing where you could have gone.
Until I walked along the beach, and saw footprints that mirrored yours.
Until I sat on a bench in the park, and saw your name engraved into it.
Your soul may be in the stars,
yet pieces of you are etched here on earth.
Here with me.
YOU ARE READING
Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling
