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Alyssa
Those copper hills, bathed in setting sun,
Remind me of the person you were to me.
A beautiful view I wished would never end.
The way sunflowers lean into the sunlight,
Reaching for the far away, the out of range, out of touch,
Makes me think a piece of you is left in every sight.
The rain is loud, pitter patter, falling down.
The thunder rolls and lulls me to sleep.
I wonder if you're asleep too.
Just asleep, not dead; not embalmed and buried.
And I miss the way your eyes shined, and how you brought art to life.
But I wonder, if I had done more than think of you, would you have not taken yours?
Remind me of the person you were to me.
A beautiful view I wished would never end.
The way sunflowers lean into the sunlight,
Reaching for the far away, the out of range, out of touch,
Makes me think a piece of you is left in every sight.
The rain is loud, pitter patter, falling down.
The thunder rolls and lulls me to sleep.
I wonder if you're asleep too.
Just asleep, not dead; not embalmed and buried.
And I miss the way your eyes shined, and how you brought art to life.
But I wonder, if I had done more than think of you, would you have not taken yours?
Published 21st Jun 2019
Author's Note
I recently had a friend commit suicide. I couldn't make it to the funeral as I was across the country. I think I'd never wanted to go home so bad before. So now I will immortalize her in words, if only because I'd know it'd make her happy.
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- Edited 27th Dec 2019 12:45pm
21st Jun 2019 8:47am
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