It's going to be 3 years pretty soon.
It still hurts and feels like it all happened yesterday.
It all almost feels surreal.
As if I'm just having a bad nightmare that soon I'll wake up from and have one of your warm hugs to comfort me.
The pain never leaves. I guess you could say I've become used to it.
I guess you could say I've become used to having a hole in my heart the size of a lake.
I've changed.
I don't talk the same.
I don't act the same.
I don't feel the same.
I'll never forget the night I couldn't sleep and you stayed up with me.
Or the time you cried because of the letter I wrote for your birthday.
Or how you would do anything for your family.
You weren't perfect, but you tried.
I still sometimes hope that you'll come through the front door and give us all a big hug and tell us about how your day went.
Or how whenever I cried you just held me.
Everyday is a reminder of how much I need you.
It's not the same without you.
Everything feels incomplete.
Nothing feels right.
I'll never forget our road trips every weekend,
our fishing trips,
the laughs,
the smiles,
the tears,
and
the love.
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Delicate Meanings
PoetryEverything written by yours truly. - I'm just going through some shit trying to get through it all alive. "Nobody's perfect" but they always expect you to be.
