These thoughts come to you straight from March 10, 2019. Although, I feel them so clearly each and every single day.
I don’t ever remember you talking to us about it.
I was scared to ask about it.
It turned into the forbidden fruit,
I was not tempted. Or brave. Or I didn’t want to know the truth.
Everything hurt too bad.
I pretended you were fine, I pushed you away.
An Innate sense told me I had to take care of myself.
I loved you so deeply, I couldn’t process it.
Then I woke up, and you’d been gone for twenty-eight years.