How does one even begin to write
How can I even put it into words
How can I even consider it
Here we are, a year on and yet it feels like yesterday
Sat here with a notepad ... I am meant to be writing a message; a message for your memorial
How do I write about you in the past tense
How do I write about you only in memory
What do I write? For I have no words, it all feels too raw and surreal still
It all feels like a joke, at some point now I just think someone will snap me back into reality and tell me it was all a dream
For how can I even start to contemplate a sweet and caring angel like you, my angel not being here in this world?
Everytime I start to scribble something my mind draws a blank
Instead pain creeps in, memories of you one by one flood in
My mind, my mind only re-opens yet another deep wound another window of memories of you
See these memories of you and I were suppressed for a while, for you were not meant to be a memory
To visualise or think of those memories would definitely mean that more flood gates and wounds that cut deep would re-open
How can I write about you, as a memory?
For you were never to meant to
You were never meant to depart
You were never meant to die so young
I shall continue loving you still and deeply plus infinity
I shall continue loving you still and deeply plus infinity
CFM
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