She wore white to his funeral
some say it was the same dress...
Time turns her face from mine as I grow.
Friends fall away leaving cold gifts of woe...
Even though I've lost the best ones,
To an eternal sleep I've always dreaded...
Silver shadows walking beside me
Ghostly whispers in the air...
Man's best friend
The dog is privy to that phrase...
Little did I know
Suffering from shame...
Where are you now? (A poem about Dementia)
I’ve tried to find out where you go, when you...
For every tiny footstep,
That you never got to take...
If heaven had a postal service,
From earth to up above...
A day went by without you
A week, a month, a year...
Kinda shoulda tried so much harder
Pushed through every razor...
There are two of you now,
Ghosts hiding within the brownish green...