TIme does not heal all wounds.
It makes it harder.
It hurts like freaking hell.
I makes you think,
It punches you in the gut,
everytime you realize your
loved one is gone.
It makes you miss them
in the dark, on his birthday,
when you smell vanilla,
when you see someone
you hope is him,
when a butterfly follows you
around, in the weirdest places,
when you hear George Michael,
you sit in your room and cry your our
eyes out...
It takes your breath away and you
can't breathe, you have to stop
and remember them as they were,
remember how they loved you and
how you when you think about it,
you spent your time together sufficiently...
You tell yourself, I'll be fine,
I will mss the hell out of him (my James),
but I will be fine...
Love you James,
~Kamela
~Kamela
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