You're gone.
G.O.N.E
I still can't believe it- I keep on expecting to be called and hear a laugh at the end of the phone, saying it was all a joke.
I keep on expecting to walk through your town and see you running up to me with a smile.
I keep on expecting to see photos of you and hear tender stories about you and be able to think back to all of those times you were in my life.
It's been 8 years. 8 years of you accepting me into your family, of you loving me and trusting me and being a second father.
But now you're gone.
The word seems sour and wrong. You're too good, too strong for it.
Gone.
I think all of this is just to try and get a grasp on whatever this is- to try and understand.
No warning, no preparation.
Gone.
I never said goodbye or thank you for everything.
I haven't even properly spoken to you in what feels like months and years.
I'm so sorry.
But it's too late now- much too late.
You're gone.
G.O.N.E
(I miss you)
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Midnight flashes
CasualeA collection of poems, short pieces of writing and the general muddlings from my brain. This is a small window into my mind- all of the twists and turns of the labyrinth that are my thoughts, a way to see both the light, happy paths and the darker...
