With Out Her poetry by Ashley Pentycofe
I dedicate this to my Grandmother who I recently lost
With Out Her
I am a fish out of water
Struggling to breath
Each move costs me a part of you
I am a skittish cat
Overwhelmed and hiding
I shake with fear
I am a cup filing with regret
So many missed moments
I thought we had time
This regret eats at me like a fly eats at a carcass
Soon there will be nothing left but bones
Ashley Pentycofe 7/13/2012
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