Hello everyone! I’ve been working on a new story that has kept me pretty intrigued. Isn’t it a wonderful feeling when your characters do unexpected things? I love getting to know new characters, see how they tick and what drives them, how they interact with others…creating these worlds truly is a joy.
With that, I’ll put in a new poem I’ve been working on following my grandmother’s death in July. It’s still a little rough and needs a good ending and a new title.
When you’re gone, and there’s
Nothing to say or do to bring you back,
I’ll sit quietly and remember.
I’ll rage, shake my fists at the sky and lament the injustice.
I’ll wonder what I could have done to change the outcome.
I’ll lose something you gave me and feel like giving up.
I’ll wonder if you loved me half as much as I loved you.
When you’re gone, I’ll look for sympathy in all the wrong places.
I’ll cry for days on end and wish for more time.
Always, more time.