Poetry,  Writing

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

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