Let me wake up from this

[ButterflyKiss]

Eyes puffy
from all the tears I’ve cried.
no more tears left to cry.
The tears have run dry.

Why did you go skiing that day?
This is one of those times when I would have “told you so”.
Like you would have “known”.

Well, you finally made the evening news…
“30 year-old Denver man fatally injured in a skiing accident today”

I still can’t believe it,
seems like a bad dream.
But I can’t seem to wake up.

Maybe you staged this all to piss-me-off!
It’s not funny, so just STOP!

I know you’re still there,
I can feel your eyes on me when you stare.
I know you’ll always care.

Although these instances are rare,
and there are not witnesses.
Everyone thinks I’m crazy
this sort of activity is absolutely forbid!
That’s why for this long, I’ve kept it hid.

I just thought if I were loyal and persistent
you would show your face.

I moved.
Maybe you don’t know this place.

I’ve studied, read books
in crowds I always find someone that looks
just like you.
I follow them til I realize they look
nothing like you.

I’ve created my own prison by not grieving
or letting go.

I want to wake up,
discover this is all a bad dream and you’re still alive.

Maybe you don’t haunt me
because you figured-out you don’t want me.

I’ve grown tired of being bitter and you know that I’m no quitter.

I remain faithful to my Love…..
though he died 8½ years ago, today.

[dadio]

Sad poem. Sorry for your loss if this is for real.

[ButterflyKiss]

Thank you for your kind words, unfortunately, it is ABSOLUTELY real.
It's about as real as REAL can get.

I never quite understood when people would tell me..."YOU...aren't your 'story'".
Well...don't we have to be? Part of what we've lived? What we have survived? What we've been blessed with? Doesn't it make us who we are? To a point?