I think of you, a lot

Itís difficult to separate
when youíre in everything I do,
everything I speak,
everything I hear,
everything I feel,
everything I believe.

I donít want to separate
I donít want to forget
the feelings of you,
of joy,
of pain,
of the earliest memories,
of the very last memory,
of all that we shared
and all that we could have shared.

I reach out,
wishing I could reach you
I pick your favorite things,
hoping to share with you.
I take pause unexpectedly
in sudden grieving,
and remembering becomes
an impromptu dance.

And the ebb and flow is subtle,
yet rings out loud
with every silent moment
I have in my heart.

All of it is you.

I see that now
that I do not see you.

But though you are gone,
you stay.
And though I may get sad,
I smile it all away.

For in the winds,
the stars,
the skies,
the breaths I take,
the laughter I make,
the mornings I wake,
I keep you with me.

I think of you, a lot.


I think of you, always.
Because you are here, always.

I feel you,
I love you,
and I miss you.

- MgAl
Written by MgAl
Author's Note
Been a while since Iíve posted. Iíve had an extremely difficult year. And on top of all of it, my beautiful mother sadly passed away this past December from liver cancer. Although Iíve been quietly grieving and being supported and doing my best to move forward, Iíve been finding it difficult to fully find a sort of catharsis for it all. And then of course, it came when I sat and just started writing. I miss you, Mom.
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