I miss you,
The way you always was near.
The way you would always be there.
Making sure that the family was together.
It is not the same anymore,
Time has been rough on us.
The family which used to be close,
Broke down doors,
Locked the others out.
We never speak about it,
Even though we need it,
You only exist in photos,
Never in our words.
<3
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I am Us || Poems and short Novels
PuisiA book where my poems and short stories come to life. "Hold my hand forever, even when death do us part. Hold my hand through the dirt between our coffins. Let us forever feel each others warmth or coldness. For you are my life"
