Keeping My Nebula Alive

It's been Two years

Two years since your world

Has fallen apart

 

You think you've moved on

That the nebula that has

collapsed in on itself

has finally stopped 

Haunting your memories

 

You think you'll be okay now

That your grief has moved on

 

but sometimes

When you least expect it

She'll come back

 

You know she doesn't 

want you to mourn her

but to celebrate her life

 

But you can't help

but cry 

when you see:

black cherry ice cream

her old necklace

a bouquet of roses

 

You know she

will be with you 

forever

 

So you get up every day

for her

 

just so you know

that her spirit is alive

in you.

This poem is about: 
My family

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