Heart Strings

My brother died March 26th, 2019. He was my person.

A song, a smell, a sound, a memory
This wave’s impact, comes in fast like a tsunami
It hits you in the chest and takes away your breath
The overwhelming sadness that comes with a loved one’s death
It’s taken this long to listen to songs that he used to
I cry in public places, knowing there’s things we can no longer do
There’s some that I still can’t, too much for my heart
Collapsing a little each time, the strings fall apart
How long must I survive him and go on as if I could
When I fall apart at Merle Haggard’s “Are the good times really over for good?”
How long will I regret all the words left unspoken
As I grow older than he was with a heart that is broken

Author: jessicaambateman

I am a survivor of childhood abuse on the verge of speaking out. I have waited my whole life to have the luxury of spilling my guts and blogging is going to become part of that journey.

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