Keeping My Nebula Alive

It's been Two years

Two years since your world

Has fallen apart


You think you've moved on

That the nebula that has

collapsed in on itself

has finally stopped 

Haunting your memories


You think you'll be okay now

That your grief has moved on


but sometimes

When you least expect it

She'll come back


You know she doesn't 

want you to mourn her

but to celebrate her life


But you can't help

but cry 

when you see:

black cherry ice cream

her old necklace

a bouquet of roses


You know she

will be with you 



So you get up every day

for her


just so you know

that her spirit is alive

in you.

This poem is about: 
My family


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