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Lately I’ve had
Many nights like these
Ink thoughts on my paper
Slim chances I’ll sleep
I open my window
It’s 13 degrees
I hold my arms out
To feel you in the breeze
They all think you’re gone
So blindly naive
I let them know for you
Not gone that at peace
I know you’re still here
Said you’d never leave
Your presence is strong
As a spirit’s can be
Some days I can’t take it
I’m drowning in grief
You speak loud and clear
And tell me Chels, breath
I hear your sweet words
Encouraging me
Giving me strength
To proceed and succeed
I promise you dad
That I’ll be alright
I know that you’re smiling
The sun is too bright
Your soul is at peace
Therefore mine us too
Just completing my journey
To get back to you
Love you,
Boomer
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