Posted in Being Vulnerable


My relationship with you was through letters.

Small stories about my life.

Little whispers of childhood grumblings.

And now my relationship with you is through the clouds.

How did your death sneak up on me like this?

I knew it was coming but somehow I still thought I had more time.

I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.

But god I miss you.

You were such an anchor in our childhood.

And now you’re gone.

Just like that.

You’ve become a whisper

Just like my letters.


lover of words

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