Prose

Bring him back

written by: drivenbyadream

I no longer speak of him so easily, as if he left by choice. I tiptoe around the memories fearing that by reminiscing too much, I may break again by his loss. I act strong in the lack of his presence as if needing to reassure myself that I really am strong, though I am not. Behaving as if he were a ghost when now he is an angel. I have faced reality with his loss by way of poor reaction and expectation. I must change my ways and pretend no more. For he is surely as alive today than he ever was before. I must bring him back into my everyday life and speak of him as one among us. For he was never gone, only in my imagination.