I am writing to you...
I don't know where to start..
Maybe I will start with how mad I am. I want to shake you. I want to stomp my feet like a kid with a temper tantrum. And then I want to cry. I want to cry because this unexpected new reality is making me think....of so many things. And then I think of the peace we came to. At least that is what I thought it was. My hope is that you know how loved you were.....and still are. Wherever you are.....I hope you are my guardian. I hope you will watch over me. My spiritual side is definitely feeling tested right now. Or maybe not tested but on full drive. I still feel connected to you. That hasn't changed. So....just know...my thoughts...are here..on paper. Because I know how much you liked how eloquent words could be. And poetry...well...sometimes life itself was poetry. And you....poetic soul...you were an artist with words.
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