I haven't cried for you lately,
where have my tears gone?
Have I been enjoying life?
What would me from 7 years ago think?
You were ripped from me.
Alone you died, scared,
without your daddy.
I was left behind,
bleeding from a jagged
wound in my heart.
There are no sutures able to close it.
But apparently I can somehow ignore it for some time.
Nate, it's not like I want to cry all the time, but I want to always be aware of the good parts of me I got form your life.
1 comment:
Words of truth. I wonder if you or I will ever be able to truly have "normal" thoughts. Like living with each foot in a different world, one the past and the other the present (or future). You might be distracted for a while, but eventually that "sound" comes back into my hearing again. I am learning to live with it. We have a grandchild now. He is seven months old and smiling and exploring his world. I want to be a part of it. I want to be totally committed to him as a grandfather, but I can only give him a portion of my attention.
Keep writing...
Randy
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