Death

To my lost family and friends,

I miss you.

I miss everything about you. 

I cry about you a lot.

I read a poem called, "Do Not Stand By My Grave and Weep,"

It's by Mary Elizabeth Fryre.

Part of me thinks that it's a sweet poem.

The other part of me gets ticked off by it.

I do not cry because you are dead, 

I cry because I will never see you on earth ever again. 

I will never be held in your arms.

I will never listen to your laugh, 

or get annoyed by you.

I will never be able to tell you I love you again,

or cuddle with you.

I will never be able to say that you are an amazing mom.

Everything is in past tense,

why do you have to be in past tense with it?

I always think about how I need you in different situations,

how I would love to have you, 

in different situations. 

You could always defuse a situation so well,

you could always stop Harlee from losing it,

same goes for me. 

I miss how you could always defuse a situation,

I miss your food. 

I miss your signature food. 

I miss the way you smelled. 

I've gotten to that point.

I miss your smell!

I know your not in pain now, but I know I am.

I know it's selfish,

I know it's wrong, yet I still wish you're alive. 

I wish you were still with me,

I wish I can at least say one last goodbye.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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