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Maybe I can pretend that you aren't gone
Of course, that won't change a thing. Your
Urn on the mantel serves as a daily
Reminder of what once was, and what can
Never be again
I can pretend that nothing has changed, that
Nothing is wrong, but that will not mean that you're not
Gone
Gone like the last frost of winter
Longed for but inevitably disappearing,
Our memories all that remain,
Replaying again and again
Like they can bring
You back
About the Creator
Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (3)
Wonderfully written, Stephanie. Seriously. Forgot it was an acrostic at certain points. And it's grounded, in obvious reality, but still a piece of beautiful art too. Hugs and a pat on the back (in a non-patronising way lol) (I will be reading the Elon stuff soon and more stuff - I've got caught up in a third entry for the keyhole challenge thing I wasn't planning on writing which is fucking insane - and I am also doing a very unapologetically horrific and grotesque werewolf horror for Sam's challenge) = I have no idea why you needed to know that, but there you go. lol)
This was so poignant. Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
My heart aches for you. Again, I apologize for your loss. I also commend you on your beautifully written acrostic 💖