I know where you were buried.
and if I went into town, you'd be buried right beside her.
Right across from my old middle school.
You will always be right there.
I've always wanted to come see you
and put your favourite flowers down and cry my heart out even when I know you aren't listening.
I mean why would you listen?
Every summer that goes by,
I wanna stop by.
I wanna see you besides the pictures and the memories so staring at your grave is all that I have.
but it's not enough.
and I know I was only five.
but in eleven years, a lot can change.
I can't remember if it was before or after you died but all I know is,
My father got up and left.
Your son got up and left.
Left me.
Left us.
Left you.
~k.w.a.v
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~Unspoken mess~
PoetryI write poems/poetry and just some thoughts that I have. I hope you enjoy them or feel emotions though them. .. My emotions are always all over the place. So you might read some poems that are really happy but then right after you might read one t...
