Thinking Of Taylor

We all still miss you

I remember that day.....

Where darkness got cast over my mind.

Everything slowed down..

The world may have stopped for a second.

For a fact I know one thing that did............................................time

I heard those words echo and bounce off my brain countless occasions from a message.

I asked myself is that really what I heard her say?

For that matter is that what she said?

“Josh she is gone”

“What you mean gone”

“Taylor is dead”

When I use to call her paramore.

I heard she dyed her hair.

I know I was no where near her, but I can recall saying the words... “Have a goodnight”

She refused to go to sleep, and eventually I was the one who fell asleep in the confines of my own bed.

Yet why couldn't I just be happy and hear that she dyed her hair?

Why did it have to be her life.

Why did it have to be a driver?

That hit them head on.

There is no do over.

Seventeen years of age not getting a chance to live.

...There was no do overs for her.

There is none for any of us. We don't get second chances from things like that no....

Not twice..

I can remember like another friend of mine she was the first female to step into my quizilla life.

She would skateboard, shop, and take pictures, but I doubt that such innocence had intentions on waking up knowing that she would not return home that day.

With intentions on being killed.

I can remember she did such things that were so weird, but they were so cute.

Things that only Taylor knew how to do and understand.

Others got it some laughed at it, but this is no laughing matter.

If you can see me and hear me know that if I could bring you back and had to sacrifice my writing in exchange for your life again I would..... I will......

…....I wish I can..

People may have had something to say, but I see and imagine that collision like a battering ram.

….Damn

I know that some people know me, but I wish to see a poem from you at the cost of me not existing on this site.

For no one to know who I am is a price I would be more than happy to pay.

On this day as I sit and think of all my friends that have made such a mark in my life.

I think of you.

Your family above and us who walk on the ground below.

I know they do, and feel the same way too.

Though till the time comes I wish that you watch us as we write in your name.

As I cry from seeing your picture as my heart is enclosed by my fist of emotion causing me internal pain.

I find it hard to breathe.

Knowing your energy that was so well known by many is something that a group I made called Poetry In Motion would need.

I have been fine......

I hope all of your folks have been too.

I am trying so hard not to cry more, but I guess that is out the question.

I miss everything you use to say.

Even if it was not true.

As I cough from crying so much.

I take a pump and a hit of my verbal inhaler...

ModestWords says hi.

To you ElmoSaysHi

“Rest In Peace”

We and so am I are always thinking of you Taylor

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