when its hurting,
does it mean it’s healing?
For Kristine
so this is how it feels,
when people say they’ve lost a part of themselves.
Who knew, who knew my dear sweet girl
that you’d be lying like this after all our smiles?
And when I see all the flowers, and your eyes are soflty closed
its as if you’re just in a deep sleep, maybe soon to rise.
So young, so kind, I still question why He fetched you at such a time.
Maybe the angels have now gotten of you
and you are part of His choir now,
sing gloriously, my dear sweet girl.
We all crave for you my dear, your voice and your happiness
we want you by our side again
for this life is never complete without you.
For Kristine
Oct 6 1995 – 7 Oct 2014
Identity
I am a mistake
— I can never regret.
Yet he is a mistake
— I can never forget.
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