It feels as if when you die you are not really gone.
You are still there to watch us grow, grieve, and procreate.
To see us live our lives like before you left.
Truthfully, it's not that easy.
We think of you every minute of every day hoping that you'll come back and stop our never ending guilt that never fails to show when we seem to be at our happiest.
Sleeping in your clothes, hoping the scent of you still remains on them.
Finding ourselves waking up in tears from a dream of you.
You see, we never really let go.
We hold on to those we love, and that's how you know it was real.
About the Author
Daisy Boone is an aspiring author who has just recently graduated high school. She plans to go to college, acquire a degree in English, and later work in publishing. She loves animals, art, music, photography, and much more. Daisy's favorite types of writing include poetry and fiction.
About the Creator
Daisy Boone
I am an aspiring author who loves to read and write poetry and fiction. Thank you so much for reading my work!
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