Knocking On Deaths Door

I find myself thinking of you

At odd times

As I stare out of the work window

Watching the palm trees sway in the wind

Listening to music

Imagining the way you danced

How it gave you so much joy

Wondering how you turned into that

To drugs

Was it that easy

Or was it just easier to follow the leader

Your husband

As he slowly dragged you down

You loved him so much

I don’t think he loved you as much

He put his family, his work above you

Above the kids

They need you

They miss you terribly

I miss you

I can’t help but imagine all we could’ve been

How many great adventures we would’ve gone on

This has been a strange week

Thinking of the dead and how much I miss them

I imagine us

Together

Sisters

Best friends

Finding joy and comfort in company and in each other

I miss you

Terribly

I think of you now

Mesmerized by the swaying of the palm trees

Wishing I was as free

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