COMING TO TERMS

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The feeling I and most (if not all) people get when they hear for the first time of someone's death

Submitted: May 12, 2008

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It can’t be true, but it is
I can’t deny and I can’t believe it
That today would be the day
That you would be not to be
Just to know that I won’t
It makes me feel horrible
I wish I could hear you, see you, feel you, something you
I see your picture on the wall
In a frame, in a book, I can’t stop looking
I can’t stop wishing that I could see you for real
Those pictures are not the same
I hate looking at them knowing that’s all there is of you physically.
I wish I could hear you, see you, feel you, something you
I wish I could change time
Keep you here longer
Longer, I try to move on, but there is always
Something to keep you in my mind
It’s not easy to move on with life
I have to get used to you not being there
Laughing there, crying there, living there
It’s difficult and I hate this feeling, but it’s a part of life.
So, instead of depression I shall celebrate your life
I will keep you in my heart
Your laughter and your smiles are in my mind
My mind will be the camera. I will remember all about you


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