I read those words today,
the ones I wrote for you once.
Words that
would have never been written
if you were still here.
And I began to cry,
out loud,
alone,
in my bedroom.
I remembered that day,
how goodbye was
stolen away from me
and the tears
wouldn’t stop falling.
I wondered if
you could see me crying.
I wanted you to.
I wanted my tears to say
what I didn’t get to.
I love you
Because
if you could see me
if you could somehow
feel my pain-
you would just know.
And I wouldn’t have to live
with that stolen goodbye
and all of these pages
full of weeping words.
For Uncle Greg
Ron is right. Either way it burns, but I believe they can hear us. They know, and when we need them most they are with us.
Beautiful Kellie.
oh how beautiful……..and i love your background on here. Spring hurry up!!!
Even when we get to say goodbye, the loss burns. Touching work, KE.
Kellie, in ten days it will be two years since my daughter was murdered and it is as if you read my heart these past two years when you wrote this, thank you for these beautiful words.
very apt for me today
This is beautiful Kellie… it gives me much to ponder. May God bless you!
Love,
Cheryl
Beautiful thoughts Kellie. Just beautiful.