Posts Tagged: grief
Another Way
This is not workingI am not breathing, in and out like I shouldI do not want to live here anymorein this place where the most vulnerable arerepeatedly victimizedWhere brokenness begets brokennesswhere weapons are celebrated and defendedmore than childrenWhere protocol or
Another Way
This is not workingI am not breathing, in and out like I shouldI do not want to live here anymorein this place where the most vulnerable arerepeatedly victimizedWhere brokenness begets brokennesswhere weapons are celebrated and defendedmore than childrenWhere protocol or
God With Us
If you were here,I would’ve texted you a photo and said“can you believe this??”As I drove down grandma and pop’s oldstreet and observed the giant houses thatthey’ve stuffed on the plots,nearly spilling onto the sidewalks,That used to be yards with
God With Us
If you were here,I would’ve texted you a photo and said“can you believe this??”As I drove down grandma and pop’s oldstreet and observed the giant houses thatthey’ve stuffed on the plots,nearly spilling onto the sidewalks,That used to be yards with
nine months one week
nine months, one weekI can’t help but to mark my life bythe days that pass by without you heretonight I cooked dinnerI can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked dinner since you leftI used to love to
nine months one week
nine months, one weekI can’t help but to mark my life bythe days that pass by without you heretonight I cooked dinnerI can count on one hand how many times I’ve cooked dinner since you leftI used to love to
eight months one week
10.18.21 there is a sweet spotwhere I doze off during mynightly reruns of seinfeldwhere I can’t keep my eyes open any longerand I shuffle to find the remoteand turn the screen offand I fall asleepstill with thoughts of youbut not
eight months one week
10.18.21 there is a sweet spotwhere I doze off during mynightly reruns of seinfeldwhere I can’t keep my eyes open any longerand I shuffle to find the remoteand turn the screen offand I fall asleepstill with thoughts of youbut not
Three Months
Three months since the day that he leftand I am sitting inthe home that I bought nearly eight months agoand now this home is empty,literally,almost bareIt never really felt right to begin withand when he left it waslike I formed
Three Months
Three months since the day that he leftand I am sitting inthe home that I bought nearly eight months agoand now this home is empty,literally,almost bareIt never really felt right to begin withand when he left it waslike I formed
Twelve Years
For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My
Twelve Years
For twelve years the sun has risen and the sun has set there have been twelve hot green summers turned into crisp and colorful autumns, For twelve years we have gone forward wanting to be where you have been My
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