Mute gray entwines wistfully around my ankles Night time ghostly kittens playing with the shadows past My eyes often see the moon reflecting upon the bright visage of your memory I still feel burned down. Broken. A ruin that in future breaths will be seen as the discovery of my lifetime In reality it is the great loss Static hums between the quiet space connecting brain to ear In that white noise I make out your voice singing songs of moving on Understanding has yet to dawn yet I have heeded your wishes My heart does warm once more Though parts remain dark, hidden Burdened Blessed with carrying the weight of where you still rest
I may often be at a loss for words but when it comes to you, pain always keeps me full. Why is it that at times I focus so ******* the fact that you were taken too soon and not on the beauty of knowing you? I hope one day I can look back and be blind to all of the horror. Even if that means that crucial parts are lost in the process. I miss you.