Wasted Dandelions
It feels like a punch to my gut when I realize the pictures that hold so many good memories, are the same ones that have become my newfound enemies. Like they only exist to cause me heartache. I thought I figured this out. I'd cry once a day and then I would go about my way.
Recently my schedule has been a little off, not to mention my old character is completely lost.
I haven't even developed a new one to fit my current mind frame. I think once I figure that out, I can again compartmentalize all my pain.
I won't waste anymore dandelion wishes for you to come back, Because the little girl in me still doesn't understand after death that's that. I won't blow anymore prayers on hoping that I will turn around and you'd be there.
I will just learn to live with this new gained pain. I will work on trying not to find an escape, in a prayer or a wish that the universe just can't grant me today. I won't count the minutes I don't get with you anymore. I will learn to embrace all the hours I was gifted with you before. No more dandelions wasted on the floor.
Copyright © Sierra Mazzucca | Year Posted 2023
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