The following piece was inspired by a poetry reading at a local bookstore and coffee shop. I don’t think anything has come as close to describing my being since she’s been gone.
What you see standing before you isn’t me
For years I pretended, oh I tried
Behold is the shell of what I used to be
I gave into the darkness the day that she died
Almost like the ghost of what has gone in greed
I miss you old friend you are the soul that I still need