#YearningEchoes

I was just fifteen when it happened,
When my whole world crumbled.

I never took death seriously,
It was one of those things I knew would happen but did not care enough to wish it did not happen to me.

Please don't fear,
It's not a dead person typing this poem.

I am not dead,
But one part of me is.

Benson Boone wrote 'In The Stars,'
And in my reality, my mum is in the stars.

I don't know whether she's watching me,
But google search on 'comforting poems after losing a loved one' said she is.

One especially,
Though please forgive me, I...