When my mom died,
I was told that grief can be separated into two...
I will have to live without you someday;
I need to come to terms with that...
on the first day of the month
we flipped all calendars in sight...
I do not wish
To rebuild the house...
Pain can’t be understood.
To do so...
I wrote to you last, talking about the day,
that your spirit slipped away...
I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...
Why do I bother?
These words will just fade...
I take to my pen as weird thoughts fly about
Politics a game of thrones...
Moments come and go
Pain can be dulled...
Long time ago, on a day like to day
Sad news at my door step...
You may see my lips smile,
never reaching my eyes...