A Letter to Heaven
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Sometimes I swear I can hear you call out my name.
Maybe it’s your absence in which drives me insane.
Not that long ago I depended on you for comfort,
and understanding. You were my only shred of hope.
Now, I sit here waiting, wondering if I’ll ever again
hear your voice. Or, if the deception of my brain and
what I want has finally let go of its hold, sparing my
heart the torture of feeling you near, and the realization
of you no longer being here.
People say “Life is the hard part, Death is much too easy”.
I blame it on one’s personal perception. To me, “Death”
hurts the most.
Or is it the worries of re-claiming my place, and the
possibility of growth? Allowing myself to move on,
only being left with faded memories.
I would much rather endure the insanity than to forget
what was, or when asked about you, reply with “Whom?”
(2014)
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