I won’t stop saying your name. You are still near. I won’t stop saying your name. You are unchanged. I won’t stop saying your name. When others tell me I should. I won’t stop saying your name. When only time has grown. I won’t stop saying your name. I still love you. Love is endless. … More I won’t stop saying your name
When you’re the coach’s kid, your wardrobe consists of two colors. School colors. You wear them proudly. When you’re the coach’s kid, and you get in trouble, you’re reminded to “be a team player!” When you get hurt, you walk it off. When you’ve done nothing but watch TV, eat frosting straight out of the … More When you’re the coach’s kid
I think of you when I look at my kids. I yearn to hear you laugh at the crazy things they do. I wish you’d stop by the house and take us out for lunch. I still feel I should leave an empty chair for you at their activities or birthdays. You were always a couple minutes late but prepared with your video camera. I wish you weren’t a memory to them. I wish you weren’t a story. … More Two years since goodbye
The words. The music. Instantly, they take me back to that moment. That moment sitting in the front pew surrounded by flowers and faces, hundreds of faces to which i failed to make eye contact. I sat there, seven months pregnant, in a black dress and purple shoes, gripping the hand of my husband. My … More Where are you running?
I wasn’t ready For you to be a memory A box filled with parts of you. I wasn’t ready For you to be a story Something only I can know. I wasn’t ready To feel the void of your presence For your voice to be a fleeting sound. I wasn’t ready To remember you. I … More I Wasn’t Ready