Living Without You

I would do anything to have you back
For one last day
To kiss your cheek
Smell your hair
Lay on your chest, For one more minute
Tell you that you are my world , You are gone
Though I feel you near me still
Every step I take seems wrong

Any help I give, Backfires some more.
How did you make everything look So easy Mother?
Let all the drama slide over you
Ignore the rudeness
How did you do it?

You were a saint, That's for sure.
Since you left this world, It is a darker place, All shade, No sunlight at all
The day you were taken back home.
I never did get to kiss you one last time
Say goodbye
Tell you that you were number one

I know you already know.
I miss you, I always will
I think of you every moment of every day

With fondness, With love galore.
My memories burn bright, My pictures of you make me smile
I know the fun we used to have, I see that in your eyes.
I know you know how much I miss you
You told me once that I must focus on being strong

We both know I need to be more like that.
Its tougher now, Nobody to talk to
Now you are gone, I feel I can barely trust anyone at all.
I am selfish calling you here, Away from your new home
I cant help it though, I miss you so.

Love Life Poetry, 23 July 2016(C) M KA Crooks 2016

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Image Of You

It’s the quietness that gets to me, I know it shrieks the truth, Every situation is replayed a thousand times within my head, If Ive made a mistake, It chills me to the bone, Gnaws at my brain, Makes me feel a little less happy at home. The darkness frightens me, For it allows me to have crystal clear clarity, Every wrong step, I now know the way, Too late for me, I have lost my way. Through all the broken pieces that make up my life, I see haphazardly, A kaleidoscope of whirlwinds, And still... I always see you. Whenever I am in need, Your memory comes to me, Softens every blow, The image of you from long ago, Soothes my torn and worn soul, Allows me to carry on, At least for a little while more. © 2019 MK AC Nevin-Crooks Love Life Poetry

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How many times had she fallen? Crashed to the ground, Bruised herself, She pulled herself up, Onwards she went, Never looking back, Well, not for long. She had lost count of how many times she had been confused, Hurt and upset, Lost down the wrong road, Frightened and alone, Still she carried on. So how many times did she have to crawl? She knew she had been burned, Scarred for life, She liked it though, They added to her, Made her a warrior, Fearless in her ways. They thought she had been broken, That she had to surrender, Admit defeat, How wrong they were, She never did, She conquered it all. She had clawed her way out of the darkness, She fought hard, She played tough. Really she was sweet, She was innocent, Not that she liked to show that, Better they think her mean, A fighter to the end, She finds a way to win, Maybe that was her biggest sin. Fighter, 3 Oct 2016 (C) M KA Crooks Poetry

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