I’d rather be… listening to your voice, than drying my tears. I’d rather be… hearing your life stories from you, than others sharing for you. I’d rather be… holding your hand than carrying your casket. You’d rather be… flying planes in the valley than watching us weep.
The day earth fell, it was gloomy. Those dreadful words I detested came true. News slipped between the mountain ridges. I wept like a willow tree, leaving water everywhere. Time to piece together, the man you were. In the days coming, I'm sure I'll write more but for now this poem will suffice. Friday night, … Continue reading Weep