There you go, floating free way above me
Flying with clouds and singing with birds
Playing with the angles that look down and watch me
Waving at me and reaching down just to pull away
Yelling at me when you're just far enough away to not understand
but to hear
I mourn for you
Every day I think of you
Tears cascading down my face
Leaving traces of love and pain
Visiting your gravesite
Freshly laid flowers lie
Changed weekly
I grew them for you
Never a sunny day when I visit
Rain pours, and mud surrounds
I read the words that echo on your cold stone
“Here lies my hopes and dreams.”
About the Creator
Kristina Brule
I have loved writing since I can remember. I used to write songs and poems all the time growing up. I have six books published. Every little thing I write has pecies inside of me that show who I am.
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