Thanksgiving

There
is
no
thanks
to
be
giving
today.
I
am
thankful
that
I had him.
It doesn’t
make up
for him
being gone.
Nothing does.
I want
to
rage
and
scream
and
cry
at the heavens
for
taking him.
I want
to rage
at the heavens
for
leaving
me
behind.
I
love
you,
baby,
’til the end
of the world,
and
after
that.

This entry was posted in anger, Death, grief, love, Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s