my uncle passed,
a little under three
months ago.
a death that hit me
harder than a speeding
truck on the highway,
going so fast
that you can't even see it,
yet you can.
I still read over our last text messages,
replay conversations,
remember
games we played,
things you taught me,
how your presence
was like the calm lake
at the cemetery in which
you now rest.
what happens
after death
is something I am still
not entirely sure of.
but I know you're
somewhere,
I know.
you told me to be careful.
YOU ARE READING
enigmatic
Poetryen·ig·mat·ic /ˌenəɡˈmadik/ adjective difficult to interpret or understand; mysterious. Just a collection of my shitty writing I like to call poetry. How unfortunate. (I am also rather edgy and depressed here so tw for some people but I promise I'm a...
