Being Psychic Helps

Gone without notice.
Shocking everyone.
But me.


Gone without preparation.
Angering the family.
Except me.


Gone before they could say "I love you."
Sorrow overtakes them.
But not me.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Gauthier Avatar
March 21, 2018 at 9:45 PM
Sometimes psychics would rather not be... it's not always rosy. Good write, Caren.
Krutsinger Avatar
March 22, 2018 at 5:42 AM
Thank you, Line. I knew instinctively that you would understand having a poet's heart and soul. Love, Caren
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