sleep forsakes

me--craving

forgetfulness, too many

human beings have

died for this time,

their place.

Time doesn't heal.
And the wound knows it.
Layers gather on the ****
but the damage remains,
hiding itself deep inside
the secret scar

love can start as a small thing
it's so quiet you can pretend you don't hear it
but it gets loud
really loud
and you can't ignore it anymore

I regret all that time I was so close to you yet never walked your way.
I regret not showing my love for you
But, mama you know, I loved you the most
I regret the blessings I didn't thank you for
Now you have gone but one day I will see you up there
Until then, wait a little more for me
I love you grandma.