this is an ode
to the love you gave me,
to the heart i shared,
to the trust i learned,
and to the person who cared.
when the day comes,
and it will soon,
where i don’t write for you,
but to fill an afternoon,
know it’s not in malice,
or shadowed deep in shame,
you’ve done nothing wrong, darling,
instead i am to blame.
i see you in the sunsets,
and in the books i read.
i talk to you in my sleep,
and it’s become so unbearably heavy.
so now this is an ode
to the strength and courage you taught me,
and how in my letting go,
we can all be free.
just promise that when the light hits right,
or you hear my favourite song,
you’ll think of me with a smile,
and know i’m not really gone.
Comments (2)
I never wanted you gone, the lights were just different. But that doesn't mean that I was ever indifferent. I still read every story and they are beautiful as always.
So creative