My despair is mine alone
Don't tell me how to grieve...
I know this poem
May not reach you...
You knew.
That's why you reoccured...
Having lived in Macclesfield for fifteen years...
Ian, I leave a lighter to light your darkest...
We laid him away low
I cried today first time in years...
on the other side of the world
I stand my post...
My granny was a fierce woman, she was strong,
Didn't care to let you know if you were wrong...
Even if the heavens,
Where to replace all of the falling stars...
In this dark room I sit
contemplating the darkness of my shadow...
Tranquil breeze,
bearing silently...
Each night
Solace descends...
How are you?
I hope you’ve been well...