eireann

I am left roaming in this tundra of terror
all... alone.
I have finally accepted this reality that you are.
never coming back.
So I found a quiet spot and I told you all the things I wanted to say all this time without you and I prayed for a moment when I could hear your answers.
I find it ironic how it is impossible to say the things you think to the people you love at the times you can.
Irony, you say, was always my strongest point.
It's ironic how my irony is my strength and my sarcasm brought about your disdain.
I miss you.missyoumissyou like the warm sun and the gentle warm breezes that made my sweet spring days.
I missyoumissyoumissyou like the mistletoe you hung on cinnamon aroma Christmas mornings and the reminisce of my Christmas poinsetta dinner.
everyday gets colder everyday gets darker and every moment.kills.me.
I miss you in the sweet August of your life as I think of you in the December of mine.
You leave a hard legacy to continue and still I ponder the plan
how can I walk in your shoes?
I am so.small. so.gone.so long. so wretched. so desperate.
you are beloved...my name I deserve not.
Missing you...forget-you? not.

I miss my aunt.