Poem -

When Missing You

So it’s almost that time of year again
When all the pain comes back.. Again
It’s never going to become easy
When missing you has become a daily routine
I still try everyday to keep myself busy
But I miss so many things about you
And it’s me, whose always crying, not knowing what to do
I’ve lost more than one person so I can’t pinpoint this poem
All I can do is hope and pray you’re in a better place
As I sit here, writing this, with tears strolling down my face
No one will know, no one will understand how hard this is
To be blindsided by a new year, such complete bliss
I’ve needed guidance, and you’re no longer here
Living life without you is all I can fear
I miss you far, and I miss you so near
I’ll never understand why God took you away
And made me vulnerable and forced to live, to be here, to stay
I think of you everyday, every night, every breathing moment
It’s never going to become easy
When missing you has become a daily routine
And I still, to this day, try to keep myself busy
I want you here, I need you here with me
But I must say goodbye, and let you go peacefully
Just please, when the time comes, I hope you’re there waiting for me
As I continue to beg God, for you to keep watching over me
I love and miss you all so much, it’s become hopeless
I’m going to end this poem because I can’t see, and I’m a complete mess.

Stephanie Davis
Jan 2021
 

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