T.Notes #16: About missing you....

The thing about death is that stark reality that the person is...gone.

You will not hear her voice again,

You will search for his face in the crowd and will never find it.

There's just that emptiness, a nothingness in the space that your departed used to occupy.

You want to grief for the rest of eternity,

but you know that will not do justice to a person who fully embraced life and laughter.

So this is me alternating all over places of very brief laughter and a constantly gnawing ache,

desperately searching for answers that will never come.

I have set out and understood a lot about life,

But this one, stumps me completely.

They say time heals, but God forbid that i forget all that you are.

So this here, is an imperfect note.....

That one person who's made me all the man that i am today.

Nothing comes from nothing,
Nothing ever could

For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good.....Something good.

About missing you......