Read Poem: MISSING YOU, by Lauren Williams

and sometimes in the dead of night
when i’m left with my sick and twisted mind
i’ll hold your ashes like they’re mine
we’ll dance around my room together
like two girls with nothing better
to do or not to do
to weep or to scream
i used to plead
on hands and knees
to a Him i only once knew
making deals that were never close to true
i kept fiending and so i offered my blood
controlled by disoriented thoughts that i swept under the rug
but i used my arms
and i used my strength
and i used my words
and i used your worth
and i climbed out of your grave
so now i behave
and i twirl in circles
round and round
missing you and forgetting you
and dancing around the hurdles

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