Johnny go home
A more familiar memory, that continues to linger unwelcomed
He’s gone
I can’t believe it
It’s really reached an end
In honesty
I hoped it would
A hurt that cannot mend
But do we die?
It seems we don’t
He still appears each day
Paranormal stimulus
A pain not kept at bay
But it’s not him
It’s me I know
An anger I let lose
The therapy was good for me
I slip though, no excuse
People can be buried
Their memory not so fast
I’ll need to learn to live with it
Some mourning built to last
12th May 2020