Loved And Gone - Poem by Kye Kurion
I wouldn't like to believe that when someone is gone,
They're still watching me.
Because that would be awfully boring,
I'd rather like to think they're somewhere else but still happy.
I wonder if they'd think about me,
But that would be sad.
I'd want them to accept I'm gone,
Instead of staying mad.
I fell so fortunate,
But lousy all the same.
So many people have lost more than me,
But those still grieving aren't to blame.
Loss can never be fixed,
But you can still work around.
I just want people to remember they're still loved.
I want them to know, .. even when you're lost, you can still be found.
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