Wistful; An Ode to a Friend departed

Some days, I miss you in waves

Some days, I hear your voice sounding my name

some days, I hear a song you would have loved 

And I miss you, it's drowning.

No one said it would be this hard.

Today I am listless, listless, listless

I want to know what heaven looks like

How did you always know to call me when I needed it?


Though your time here was short 

I hope you see 

How beautifully blooming we are, from whence you left us

For you'll always be a part of who we are.

Though gone you are from us

I know You are home

Thank you for your part in our journey

Till we meet again.

    @Sue.Ketter



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