It still hurts, you know
You're gone, the world moves on
But...it still hurts
Never again will I see that smile
Hear that laughter; your zest and zeal
It may sound overplayed or cliched
But, since you're gone
The world is a little dimmer, a little less bright
As hard as I pretend
That you're not gone
You're just beyond the river
In the city, as ever
I will have to face the reality
You're gone and it hurts
But for today
You're alive; I just can't see you
It's hard keeping you alive
In my head, in my heart
It still hurts
It still hurts
I still feel
I didn't visit
I neglected you
Now, you're gone
I can't make up
For lost time
There are no more
Next weeks and next times
Part of the grieving process is acceptance
Acceptance allows you to move on
Or, so they say
What if I don't want to move on?
Thanks for reading!
Author's Note: Inspired by losing my Nonna, still hurts, even now.
About the Creator
Scottish-Italian poet/writer from Glasgow.
I put myself into all writing I publish.
Self-pubished books and etsy store coming soon!
"Every man has a sane spot somewhere" R.L Stevenson
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