A Love Still There

My friend passed away not long ago. We hadn't spoken in a few years, but that doesn't mean I still didn't love her, that I still didn't think of her often. Now, I think of her even more. Think of the life she won't get to experience and how unfair that is.

I wrote a poem: in honour of her, my feelings around the situation, and how lost one can be.

It's hard.

What do you say

how do you act?

You cry and cry

and yet

it feels hollow.

What right do I have?

But

she held my heart

for many years

and now

she'll reside there

a memory

of laughter

of love

of life.

And so

I'll cry.

I'll release and grieve

for the friend

that held my heart.

This helped me quite a bit. I'm great at bottling things up. Letting it fester inside, hoping one day I'll come up with a solution to my own problems without anyone's help. My aunt pointed it out to me one day. All I could do was agree with her.

Maybe writing more poetry will help.

#writing #poetry #love