Gone Poem by Lacey Saulisbury

This time.
This is the most time.
The most stressful ride,
it took it's toll.

then sitting there.
Repeating my apologies.
Because it's too broken to fix now.
I can't do anything about it.
It slipped my mind,
I could not find,
The courage to live without it.

irresponsible.
So regretable.
So unforgetable.
Such an untreatable disease.
to have the persistance,
to try one million keys.
when in the end the last one is found correct.

Dried water,
Stains on my window.
I look up and see the moon.
Such painfully plain figure, can obtain such grace.
Walking closer, feeling no nearer.
Hypnotized, without fears.
I wished that I could hold you near.
I truly miss you Mother dear...