In the Wake of You: Echoes of Love, Loss, and What Lingers

These poems are the result of loving without measure, they hold all my vulnerabilities in one space, poetry has always been my safe place- a friend I can always turn too when all else comes to fail. They all hold my highest highs and lowest lows, so much that they are part of my being. - Nina Canny (author)

Sometimes I wonder if I died

Sometimes I wonder if I died the day you died maybe my life could have ended a fairytale.

Alongside my black raven steed as we seek cover from the world that scoops you up and consumes you.

We went to death as a shelter-a hideaway from reality- a door that dares not to be crossed for once your in there's no way out,

we lived on in memories,

the breeze took our laughter and wisdom and chucked it from tree to tree.

The sun took our warmth and glowed it onto earth while we watched from the heavens above.

The water took our purity and travelled it down to stream of discovery for fellow souls to find.

Our foot prints and hoof prints were left in the sand behind,

to be kicked around my trotting horses and laughing kids- our voices and final words carried in echoes in that gust of wind that swept us off our feet and into the grasp of leath- I was with you, rathered that more than anything.

Anything.

I need to let you go

I need to let you go,

I can't hold on to your ghost anymore, it's been a year and things are the same.

But how can I cry about you hour after hour when it happened 365 days ago?

How can I still remember the temperature and the certain gust of breeze that was amongst the air.

That the night was harmless until it fell.

Until it fell.

And they were shooting stars that night and people were realising what a beautiful world it is - finding reasons to stay earthside finding love and getting married.

It was a normal day for everyone but me- a day of mine that will hold no meaning or significance to them ever.

It was the day my life changed though and the reason why, I'm still trying to find out.

And although I have to move on- I think I miss you more than life itself, you were my life.

Now I'm stuck here without you- you have my heart, lungs, and soul.

Life's a tragedy, but it's beautiful

But when I think about it I refuse to just be another story with an end,

I am so much more than that- I'll be the commas and never ending sentences that kindergartens write while the teacher try's to kinder their spirits into thinking as if there has to be an ending,

hail smashing your expensive cars windscreen at the size of tennis balls,

I'll be the misspelt words and Scribbly writing on your paper, the feeling of longing for love- I'll be in all the tears and all the spit that comes with laughter- Ill be everywhere but nowhere,

I'll be in front of you but invisible, but just know I'll be there.

Life's a tragedy, but it's beautiful