by Christa B.
I wish I knew what it was like to still have happy feelings with you.
My Uncle started dating someone different and new.
He found someone else because you left him.
You shut everyone out, and wouldn’t let anyone in.
You’ve been gone for a long time now, but sometimes it still feels like you’re here.
When you left my mother told me, but I still remember all the hurt and tears.
But it was your choice; no one could have known what your plans had been.
You took your own life; you committed a major sin.
Thoughts of you keep slipping away. That’s all I really remember.
But the thing I will never let slip away from my mind was your cold blue eyes, as cold as
snowflakes in December.