Seven Years of Sadness, a Lifetime More To Go
“and if I died a thousand deaths,
I’d die a thousand more to be with you…”
Seven years since they found your body lying
beneath the Colorado Pine on St. Patrick’s Day-
I’ve spent all day mourning and crying,
and have been since you ran away.
For there is no place I could ever hide,
since you decided to commit suicide.
Why does it still hurt so damn bad?
Why can’t these tears whither and dry?
When will the day come I won’t be sad,
and the moment I stop asking why.
The memory of when your heart stopped beating
gives me a stomach ache that keeps repeating.
My Mugsy met you in front of the bridge of rainbow,
just four days ago; tell me, did he run to you?
You loved him and I know he loved you so,
I’ll always wonder…did Bo meet him too?
They say time heals all wounds in grief,
though I feel as if I’ll never find relief.
***Dedicated to my beautiful sister Karen.
Seven years ago on St. Patrick's Day
we found her body after three months she
had been missing. My sweet pug Mugsy just
died and I know she met him with my other
sweet Bo at the rainbow bridge.***
March 17th, 2018
Copyright © Lu Loo | Year Posted 2018
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