poem four// sorry

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(does not rhyme)

do you hear me?
can you see me?
do you notice how i feel?

i feel like im not trying
hard enough
to get your attention.

is it nice up there?
i'd see for myself but
i might not make it there.
im trying my best to
not disappoint you.

but its becoming harder and harder over time
as i grow up.

with getting older
comes realization.
i realized that
theres some things i
have never said to you.

i'd like to visit to tell you
formally,
but you're buried
too far away.

so I'll tell you now
what i never told you then.
and even if i did,
never enough.

so here's a list
of things i'd say to you
if you were still with me.

i love you too. and i mean it.
they used to just be words
i didnt quite understand.
but i am sure
and even though i was young
i missed my chance.
i love you.

thank you.
one thing im sure i
never said
if not by force
and not passionately
or meaningful.
i mean it.
for everything,
thank you.

im sorry.
sorry about my reaction
when i first found out you died.
i didnt know.
i thought that death
was just another thing
and that you'd get over it
like i thought you did
with your cancer.
but i didnt know
you'd be gone
forever.

i miss you.
even though we weren't very close
i still remember
the love
and how caring
and grateful you were
to have me.

when i was not with you
you were alone.
i was your company.
i had no idea that you were sick,
or what any of it meant.

all of these things
are what i hold
against myself
over you.
but the only thing
i can do now
is say
r.i.p. ❤

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