Ever had
That feeling, when
You don’t think
Something’s important
Till it’s gone?
My parents are gone.
Alive, but gone.
I miss them.
Badly.
Every second,
I see their faces
Imprinted in my mind
Like a tattoo.
By the time you read this,
They’ll be back
But I want you
To know
How it feels
When they’re gone.
When they’re gone,
I think about them
nonstop.
Every part of me misses them.
Sometimes, I catch myself thinking
“When I go home, I’ll tell my mom about this.”
And I play
The
Conversation
In my
Head.
Then I remember the truth.
She’s gone.
Sometimes,
I think about the big hug I’m
Gonna
give
My dad,
When I get home
Then, I realize
That
Last night,
I gave him the last
hug
I’d give him
In 12 days.
Its 11 now, but
It still hurts,
Like a
Band Aid
Ripped off
A
Wound.
Swiftly and
Cleanly.
I knew they
Would leave, but
It didn’t seem real,
TIll the day I
Woke up and realized
They were
GONE.