To start: I’m not a huge writer. I often think that I might like to be, but the rate of striking ideas and inspirations seems most often to be few and far between. That being said, when inspiration hits, it often hits as a completed project that flows out easily until it stops, and that’s the end of it. I make sure to note it down when this happens. Today all I had was my phone, and my notebook is in someone else’s attic at present, so I thought I might put this out in the world. If you feel like feeding back, feel free.
I struggle with September, it’s not an easy time of year.
Everything is starting over, and it kills me you’re not here
Because you should be.
I often sit and wonder, who you’d be today.
And all that could have happened, if we had had our way.
But we didn’t.
So now I watch the stars, and imagine you are there.
Or that you are rushing round me, as the wind blows through my hair.
And I hope so.
Not that this makes things easier, or okay that you’re gone.
But it gives me something to hold on to, as the world keeps spinning on.