kyle.

[Raz]

baby i think about you still sometimes.
i think about you all the times;

all the times i see your sister and your brothers
the ones you loved and the ones you never knew;

all the times i see the look in your mum's eyes that says she's about to cry because you found the cracks in her heart again;

all the times i feel those same cracks eating up my own heart by surprise;

all the times i see new parents with their babies and the ones who've grown up but will always be babies;

all the times i think there's no point lower and there's no way higher and i feel you wanting me to keep going because you know.

it's been 7 years.

it's only been 7 years.

sometimes 7 years feels like an eternity.
sometimes i'm scared that tomorrow is the day i'll start forgetting you.

sometimes 7 years feels like yesterday.
sometimes i can hear your gurgling laughter like you were waking up in my arms even now.

you're not sick anymore. you're with your nan and your sister and you're in the place where we'll all be together again in time. i don't need to tell you this because you know.

sometimes those of us left behind need reminding.

love you baby.

 

[alostlittlebird]

This piece seems to speak to yourself. It's wonderful

May I ask what is separating you from the subject (you)?

 

[neverwas]

----< @ RAZ darling you know where i am if u need me.

this was totally beautiful and well written. it deserves the respect it is getting. it is often the ones left behind that are afraid of forgetting. i get scared of forgetting Ian...he died just over 2yrs ago now and not a day goes past where i am scared of forgetting him. the sound of his voice, his laugh, his hugs, the way he drank VB...but i have memories and a single photo and as long as i hold onto the memories of him i will never forget him. ever.

(((huge hugs hun)))

*stars*

 

[Raz]

I was gonna put this in the original post, but for some reason didn't...

Kyle is my nephew. He died of SIDS (cot death) in 1986, when I was 12. I'm 27 now, and one would think over the emotional side of it, but it still hits me ever now and then because he was only six and a half months old and it was the first time I'd experienced death that close.

Anyways, something drove me to write that, I hope it gives people something in return....

--Raz--