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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