Hallowed

One of these years, I'll be brave enough to visit your grave alone.
I'll be strong enough to go and not make a fool of myself in public.
I'll be at peace enough to not get teary at just the thought of going.

I relive your death as I live out each of my small ones.
Reverberations.
Echoes.

Sigh.


I will always remember your eyes.
I will always remember your grin.
I will always remember your humming.
I will always remember you.
I still carry you with me.

I carry a lot of people with me.
My bones are heavy.

One of these years, I promise.
Until then, I honor your memory and miss you daily, and I can only hope that I am someone you would be proud of.
I love you.