Standing still unable to move, thoughts racing, egos bruised; all I have left are memories of you.
Some days the words area hard to say, tears are easier to come by anyways. Sitting and trying to find the reasons why, I keep looking, searching, but nothing has been supplied. Unable to fully move forward, traumatized by the past, I try to be happy, but tears can't seem to be held back.
The guilt I feel won't go away, even though there's nothing I could have done to save the day. Life keeps moving I feel incomplete; your voice is always in my head stuck on repeat.
'Move on, ' I'm told, that's what he would want. My heart is still numb and my nerves still shocked. The first year has been hard; I need you still, to comfort and assure me in times that are ill.
One day I'll move forward, but it'll never be the same, for every Friday at 9pm, I look for your, ‘hey.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem