Bluesday

Dearest,
                Do you like your stone? I hope everything is spelled correctly and I hope the punctuation is correct. I assume so because if it were not so you'd already be here opening all the cabinet doors or making towers out of the plastic food storage containers. Please don't stack those, it'll take me hours to get them all nested back together. I'll come see you on Sadderday and I'll bring that flat stone that we found at your great grandmothers homestead. Your sister doesn't like it, all of a sudden after almost 2 months she decides she has an opinion about what it should say, too late, it's carved in stone, literally. I think she now has an opinion because I'm stirring the pot about your father's headstone. I come from a big family, I know you know, and I know how to make family trouble. One of the few things that I'm good at.
  It's the middle of winter now, the time of year you hated. Sleep sweetie and before you know it Spring will be here. I'll plant you flowers and you can make them any color you like.
  I'm very, very desolate lately, it seems like it's getting worse as time goes on. Miss you terribly, no one understands.
These four walls closing more every dayAnd I'm dying insideAnd nobody knows it but meLike a clown I put on a showThe pain is real even if nobody knowsAnd I'm crying insideAnd nobody knows it but meWhy didn't I say the things I needed to sayHow could I let my angel go awayNow my world is just a-tumblin' downI can say it so clearly but you're nowhere aroundThe nights are so lonely the days are so sad andI just keep thinking about the love that we hadAnd I'm missing youAnd nobody knows it but meI carry a smile when I'm broken in twoAnd I'm nobody without someone like youI'm trembling insideAnd nobody knows it but me Lie awake, it's a quarter past threeI'd be screaming all night if I thought you'd hear meYeah, my heart is calling youAnd nobody knows it but meHow blue can I get?You could ask my heartBut like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apartA billion words couldn't say how I feelA million years from now I'll be loving you stillThe nights are so lonely the days are so sad andI just keep thinking about the love that we hadAnd I'm missing youAnd nobody knows it but meThe nights are so lonely the days are so sad andI just keep thinking about the love that we hadAnd I'm missing youAnd nobody knows it but me
 
Crying now, gotta go, Your Ken

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deleted_user
deleted_user

I am intrigued by your clever renaming of the weekdays.....I like the ones you have renamed and am looking forward to your renaming of the days that are left. She will love whatever is \"carved\" in stone and the flowers sound like a lovely idea. It gets easier......just keep repeating that....because it really does.
deleted_user
deleted_user

That sounds exactly like me. No one knows exactly how I am or how I feel. Anytime someone asks me how I\'m doing I always say ok or I have my good days and bad days, but no one knows exactly how I\'m doing. I feel that it\'s easier for them to think I\'m doing ok so that they don\'t have to stress or worry so much. I\'ve always been that way, though. Always thinking of others. Hugs,Jean
deleted_user
deleted_user

I love what you wrote. I feel exactly the same way!
deleted_user
deleted_user

Beautiful poem. But Ken - there is one error - we know. We know how you feel because we are feeling it too.
Blessings,
Linda
swindy
swindy

Ken, You are so wrong when you say no body knows but you. We all know exactly how you feel. It will get better but don\'t expect to much to soon. Just one day at a time. Hugs Diane
missingmyabby
missingmyabby

I was, and still am, talking about the people I see and interact with everyday. Not the people here. I only spend an hour or two a day here.

Ken