Genre: Strength, Suicide, Depression, Sadness, Dark, Death
by Sky Boivin
I stopped by your grave yesterday.
I was just passing through.
As I got closer to the cemetery,
I pulled in and drove up the driveway.
I found the faucet with no problem.
And I found you with no problems.
I wiped off the grass clippings.
I put my fingers to my lips and
Then touched your name lightly.
It feels like a lifetime.
But, it has only been a little over four months.
Has it really only been that long?
And yet, it still feels like yesterday;
That my heart was ripped out to the news of you going away.
It hurts a little less each day.
But, there are other days that just feel worse.
I know it will take time.
I know I have to keep fighting.
Your profile pops up on my events each and every time;
These are the days that the knife twists just that much deeper.
I know I will survive this;
Somehow, in time.
I promise that I will Always Keep Fighting
Through this and through life.
But, seeing your name on the stone,
In the ground.
That is more real.
That says I am no more.
I don’t want to be that.
I don’t want that fate.
There is too much still to do.
I promise that I will
Always Keep Fighting.
Keep fighting through this;
And through anything else that comes my way.
(Sky Boivin- writer page on facebook and @Sky Boivin on twitter)
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