Monkeybear Productions

By Joycelyn Johnson

Nobody wants to be like him,

but they are somehow,

deep down inside,

the longing,

the emptiness,

the will not to forgive.

Missing that one person.

They’re in a better place, they say.

You’ll see them again, they say.

But how can they know that?

Everyone walks away from him,

not wanting to feel the weight

that radiates off him,

like light from the midday sun.

The sadness

cuts like a knife.

The anger

roaring, but no one hears.

The heaviness pushing down on him,

almost unbearable.

The longing,

the emptiness,

the will not to forgive.

Missing that one person.