Dormancy, an adjective that describes something inactive, or what appears to be, asleep.
That’s the perfect word to describe all the thoughts I had to suddenly submerge of you.
Since April 24, I haven’t done much to suppress your memory except weep.
Being able to get over and stop scheming to see you I thought I could subdue.
But no, they were only dormant. My mom brought them again in a ten-fold pain.
She says she feels sorry and she knew you must have been scared.
I did everything I could do to try and not think or complain.
And it gets harder to not remember all the moments we shared.
Some days it is easy while others I cry until I pass out.
I thought I was over it and then you spring back to my mind.
I hold the feelings in and I don’t share what they’re about.
Only my journal and poetry truly know what’s confined.
Dormancy, an adjective that describes something inactive, or what appears to be, asleep.
That’s the perfect word to describe all the thoughts I had to suddenly submerge of you
Inspired by: Deborah Pack (my mom) and Chris Sailer
Dedicated to: My thoughts
Created on: May5, 2005