Jumper #poetry

I’m reaching for my jumper,

As I’m feeling rather cold,

Perhaps it’s a sign of things,

That I’m slowly getting old.

Goodbye. Hello

He’s dead you know, you know he’s dead,

But he’s alive inside my head,

It’s time for you to let him go,

Until you do, you’ll never know,

You cannot live his life again,

Live your own, to heal the pain,

The memories will always be,

There when there’s difficulty,

But time to grow, a time to start,

A life for you, a life apart,

Exit shadows, enter light,

In time it will be all alright.