Just a call away

I know you’re somewhere near, the birds chirp, I hear you here.

Your love fulfills me still, I feel your warm embrace, nonetheless it’s imperceptible.

To look for you, is what you said, “you need me, I’ll be there.”

I believe it, but at time’s I’m not too confident.

I pray to you today, but just like god, sometimes I question if you could hear me anyway…

Then something shows me that you can, situations resolve, opportunities present, and thats when I know, that was from my angel, heaven sent.

I know you’re somewhere near, but your not present here.

The void is present still, it lingers in the air.

That feeling in the gut, I hear about other deaths, and I still resígnate.

I don’t mean to make it about me, but dam it, I still miss my best friend.

Recovery is still miles away…

I can’t let go, the pain haunts me in the flesh.

I need to hear your voice, advice and punishments.

Or just a simple joke, laughing without withholding tears and feeling any pain.

Oh what I would do, for an annoying call from you, I’d love to role my eyes because the ringing won’t barricade.

Give you some attitude because you won’t stop questioning.

“How are you? How do you feel?”

Always wondering if I had ate.

The simplicity and sincerity behind those concerns, why didn’t I appreciate?

I know you’re somewhere near, yet, I wish you were just a call away.

Kbeautifulmind

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My book is now available to order… and I might barf…

At exactly 10:49pm I opened up the email that stated the proof of my book had been approved by create space. 😱

Ladies and Gentlemen… my first book is now up for sale! 🤷🏻‍♀️

 I don’t know what to think, I honestly feel like I need to barf (tmi) BUT really… 🤢

I wrote it and self published it, and it’s something so intimate and personal that I don’t know what it will represent… 😳 

But, I’m proud and I’m ready! 💁🏻💖

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1095


I lay here and look over at the box.

The pretty, pretty box you most definitely would have loved.

You didn’t pick it out, but I knew when I saw it that the colors, the shape, and the image imprinted represented the perfect place for your ashes to rest.

I look at the picture of us on the wall to the right of the box.

What I’d give to have you here again.

I close my eyes, tears begin to run down…

I allow the moment to take me back to that day.

I remember the garden like it was yesterday, the leaves were beginning to fall off from many of the trees.

The oranges we picked were so delighting to taste.

The wind was the perfect breeze, it was a chilly day but the sun was shinning and it helped keep us warm enough.

The laughs, the annoyance with the boys not wanting to take pictures anymore, and the shit talking we all did to each other.

“Just like super models…” said the photographer, and we gave each other a funny face and laughed.

You with that shy smile, and me with my perky giggle.

I miss you.

I miss bugging you for pictures.

I miss your laughter.

Your shy smile.

Your ridiculous jokes.

I miss your accent.

I miss your shit talking.

“Why you smile? Is not funny!”

I miss it all.

I miss taking care of you.

I wish I would have done it sooner, better.

Heck, I even miss rubbing your feet one thing I dreaded growing up…

“Mom, again!”

“Please, I am tired, I had a long day.”

“Ugh, fine but just FIVE minutes.”

I even miss fighting with you.

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting with them…

I want to fight with you.

Instead of fighting to making it through this…

I rather be fighting with you, instead of fighting myself to hold on.

1095 days. 1095 days since you been gone, and I’d give anything even just to fight with you again.

-Kbeautifulmind