Keeping My Nebula Alive
It's been Two years
Two years since your world
Has fallen apart
You think you've moved on
That the nebula that has
collapsed in on itself
has finally stopped
Haunting your memories
You think you'll be okay now
That your grief has moved on
but sometimes
When you least expect it
She'll come back
You know she doesn't
want you to mourn her
but to celebrate her life
But you can't help
but cry
when you see:
black cherry ice cream
her old necklace
a bouquet of roses
You know she
will be with you
forever
So you get up every day
for her
just so you know
that her spirit is alive
in you.
This poem is about:
My family