Almost three years...
The eleventh will be years.
I don't understand how it has been that long already.
I don't understand how short three years is,
when my heart seems to have been aching for so long.
As the ninth quickly approaches,
I want to celebrate what would have been her seventy-ninth birthday.
Yet, with the third anniversary of her death,
my heart doesn't want to.
Today I still miss her as much as the day she passed.
They say it will get easier but,
part of me doesn't want it to.
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