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Too late I've realized how much we had in common,
How much we could have shared.
And now that there's no time with you,
It's now I really care.
We could have spent more time together
Doing things that we both loved.
But I didn't understand back then,
And it's too late to give enough.
I am my grandmother's daughter
A space between us two.
I could have been her sister,
More alike than I ever knew.
The things you loved, I also love.
The way I think, you also thought.
The things you did, I've also done.
The things I seek, you also sought.
And I can't tell you how I feel,
I can't even see your face.
You're not with me anymore
So far removed from this place.
I must continue on my own
Walking in your steps.
Taking the same path as you
Alone, and missing you.
Autumn 2012
How much we could have shared.
And now that there's no time with you,
It's now I really care.
We could have spent more time together
Doing things that we both loved.
But I didn't understand back then,
And it's too late to give enough.
I am my grandmother's daughter
A space between us two.
I could have been her sister,
More alike than I ever knew.
The things you loved, I also love.
The way I think, you also thought.
The things you did, I've also done.
The things I seek, you also sought.
And I can't tell you how I feel,
I can't even see your face.
You're not with me anymore
So far removed from this place.
I must continue on my own
Walking in your steps.
Taking the same path as you
Alone, and missing you.
Autumn 2012
A poem about how much my grandmother and I had in common, and how much I didn't realize it when she was alive.
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