We miss you.
Well, I miss you.
I can't speak for the rest of the world.
You left too soon,
or just in time.
I haven't figured out how the universe works.
The photos are nice
to look back on,
to remember those little moments.
But it would be much better with you,
with the real thing.
A faded photograph doesn't do you justice.
The stories people tell me,
those don't do you justice.
But that's what I've got.
Seeing as you're no longer here,
that's all I can manage to grasp.
By Carmen Varner
A quick poem on death & loss & the feelings they leave over time. The holidays can be even tougher, knowing they won't be able to celebrate with you. As I've grown, death has gotten more difficult to get over. As a child, it doesn't hit you as hard. You don't realize the long-lasting nature. As years go by, you forget their facial features or their unique movements or how they smell. It's okay. Life has a way of working itself out.
Have you ever lost a loved one? How did you feel then & how do you feel now?
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