I can’t unthink thoughts of you,
They’re whisking in my mind. But once I fetch the pen and paper, The words I cannot find. You’re everything to someone But who could that someone be? Mom, grandma, sister, Or a significant— possibly. You’re an EF-5, Blending happiness and despair. Took me several days to Feel you no longer there. You ripped up Preconceived notions of love. In which time So gently shoved. And illustrated its hopefulness… Patience and sweat. But it wasn’t paired with deceit, Suspicions, or regret. You were quite the charmer, But not at all cliché. Vulnerability: Something difficult for you to display. We learned each other from the operation stance. Broke free from the Lonestar The second we sensed the chance. But your storm has struck; I’m told: you shouldn’t dwell. The remains are scarce, From what my eyes can tell. My hands will gut and reconstruct While time departs another track. I’m also told: You can’t live fully, always looking back. I presume that this is it, The words are finalized. We did not reach forever, Much to my surprise. But the dates I’ll always treasure And the laughs and the trips. While a new one lives that chapter, Cold bitterness I sip. I despise endings, Even written in the stars… But I’m also told: Be thankful for making it this far. So, of all the other things I’m told: Don’t, can’t, and no. My heart forever thanks you Such a blessing you bestow. Don’t compare and don’t ‘what if’ For it will drive you mad. The last thing they said in passing: It was real, what they had.
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