hoosakitty

Now you lay in the roses…this is fitting. Beauty and thorns together describe you perfectly. I refuse to consider you gone…you and I were too close for me to even consider harboring such thoughts. I will continue on as if you were still here…because you are. You told me that you didn’t want me to be sad…so I won’t…because you are not gone. I will ramble and quote you in nonsensical prose…because you will read it. I will NOT water those roses with my tears….because you cannot possibly be there.