condolences
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Where does my happiness come from? I often like to ponder this particular question whenever I’m feeling particularly partial to my emotions. I mean it, not like I have a reason to, so why do it? But then I look back and it all makes sense
Walking in nature makes me think of thee.
I'm reminded of you in all that I hear and see.
As I walk, I see the trees rustling with the light wind,
Just as your long hair sways when you walk 'round the bend.
Condolences
By: Renisha Williams
Sitting outside of this funeral home
I’m cold and nervous.
I wipe the sweat from the palm of my hand and compose my thoughts.
Sometimes it seems easier to say what I mean
as if I don’t speak this language fluently.
To take out all the ‘ifs, ands, ors, and buts.’
To just say
“sorry”
