Sixteen Days of Gone

grieving_heart_bandaidGone, still gone.

Miss our talks and laughter.

Brief moments I still think you’re out there – living.

Then… gone, still gone.

“When will you be yourself… funny again?”

I dunno… I dunno.

I write poetry now, because it’s there.

No candy in 16 days – you’d laugh at that.

But, you can’t – gone, still gone.

Feeling like Jack Kerouac right here;

(snap snap) Still gone man, still gone. (Snap snap)

This isn’t easy, my friend, not easy all.

Gone, still gone – 16 days of gone.

About Jody

Jody is a graphic designer, doodler, reader, lover of dogs and the Los Angeles Dodgers. She runs a popular print on demand site The Whimsy Doodle Shop and can usually be found doodling new design ideas on scraps of paper. Jody lives in LA with her husband and two rambunctious dachshunds.
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