I've tried to stop my mind from storing up things to tell you but I just haven't figured out how... This has been such a long cold winter and not having you to talk to every few days has made it that much harder.
Some days I'm able to stay busy and push my grief aside but it just seems to rush back with a more powerful force when I slow down and take a break. I've been trying to release it all through poetry and art and actually submitted poems to several publications a few weeks ago.
This poem is for and about you, not yet submitted anywhere as of yet.
