I want to write but no words come,
My ideas have run dry,
My fingers move over the keys,
I feel a part of me has died,
My creative flow is gone,
Ability to show emotions nevermore,
I re-read all the old poems,
Wishing to know where inspiration was stored,
I think of all that's happened,
All the good times and the bad,
I remember what you were like,
All the crazy fun we had,
I feel tears welling up,
my itching eyes turn red,
remembering how great you were,
all the things you had said,
I think of how you look last,
So cold, lifeless, and silent,
I feel my fists clinch,
And I start to feel violent,
Tears pout out of my eyes,
I fall to the floor,
I can't imagine life without you,
Can't stand not seeing you anymore,
I think of all the memories,
the three of us together,
I remember crying on maw-maw's couch,
scared of the weather,
I remember you pushing me down,
telling me to "toughen it out",
I remember playing with hot wheel cars,
the three of us "camping out"
I get so lost in memories,
I forget where I am,
I remember christmas & easters,
I feel proud to be a Graham,
I find my inspiration,
And sit down to write,
Thinking of all of us together again
Life after death seems bright,
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