Imagining

I wrote this after my uncle died. He was my life, especially once my grandpa died.

You were my inspiration.

I fluttered with exploration.

I sprung my wings, and began to go over like precipitation.

When I think of you, I feel depression arising.

The tears fall like an ocean view, non stop.

I wonder what life would be like, if you were still here.

I never came upon the thought of you being gone.