Somedays I can't believe you're dead.
You're gone.
You're not traveling the world
Out of service.
You're dead.
Your corpse is in an urn.
I worked in your memorial garden.
But I can't let you go.
I'm upset I didn't get to know you better
But I made the best decision I could
With the information I had at the time.
I'm sorry.
I wish I knew you well.
I just can't believe you
Died in a hospital bed
At home.
And I'm still out here
Nearly loosing toes
To snapping turtles,
And postponing that tattoo I want,
Planning my future,
Drinking too much coffee,
And you're dead.
When I cried over you
They asked if it was because of my period
And now
Once a month
I have to tell myself that wasn't a bad dream.
We have to carry on without you.
And it's not fair.
I don't want to believe it.
I want to believe you're out there
Smoking weed,
Devouring books faster than should be possible,
And poking at wild plants.
Gosh, you were so smart.
You wanted to change the world!
I can't believe we're trying to do it
In your memory,
In your honor.
I can't believe you're gone.
I don't want to believe it.
I wish this pain weren't mine.
I wish I could do like they told me
And stop feeling what I feel
To take care of someone else.
(I should've blocked that person.)
But we never spoke,
And I miss you.
I don't want to believe you're dead.
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A Year In Poetry
PoesieHappy 2020! I will be putting one whole year of poems in this book. We'll all see what happens! A lot of the poetry I write is to help me understand the world around me. One day it might be a love poem, the next it might be about chicken nuggets. Fo...
