He's not here anymore, but it feels like he still is.
When I walk into the room and expect to see him there but he isn't, my heart feels like someone took a club to it.
No one can understand how it feels, to leave flowers at a grave, to a dead body in the ground, for someone you loved and maybe still do, unless they went through it too.
But to go through this heartbreaking time without crying, to try to act normal, it's hard.
And nothing can change the fact that he will never be here again.
So this one tear is for you, this one tear is for the box by the water and know that I cried at least once for you...
YOU ARE READING
The Leather Bound Book
PoetryThese are the poems from the journal where I keep everything I feel. You may notice that some of the poems are from my books, like from Elcolight, well really, just Elcolight. Tell me what you think about these; I poured my emotions into them.
