The Only Thing I Find I Miss

Kovo

Of all things lost in the fire;
The only thing I find I miss....
Not my poems, lyrics, or even letters.
Not my guitar, my watch, my books.
Not the notes I saved from those I've loved,
Not even my trinkets and tokens gained throughout my life.
The only thing I find I miss...
Is something I haven't touched or read since the day I wrote it.
The day we buried you in life but not in heart.
I don't miss the feeling in my gut when I walked up front.
I don't miss the look from your family (although I do miss them).
I don't miss the tears of those who loved and love you.
I don't miss the feeling that somehow in someway I had failed you.
I can't miss something that never left.
I miss the eulogy that broke my heart to write...
Each word a brick in my prison, each line a protest.
I poured my heart into it, and yet it wasn't enough.
No amount of words in any order could be...
But it was written with love, and pain, and anger, and sadness and..... life.
Something I haven't had since.
The only thing I find I miss.... is you.

I will build my life on this photo.

Kovo

Opps, the photo part from the bottom is from another poem.

pacifier

I don't know what I want to say to this, but I know it is all good things, as all your writing that I have read has always been good, but there's more to this than the writing. It makes me want to give you a great big wordless hug