Poets have their rhymes
Musicians make melodies chime
And dancers have the world at their feet
You were supposed to have time
To pen these worlds from your mind
To give this story a proper happy ending
And I don’t understand
How someone could live on through their words
In fact, I don’t believe it at all
Your words don’t have your laugh
Or your smile—it just hurts
To read these words and remember you’re gone
I really wish I could
Finish the story you should have had time to write
But writers have their words, and I have none
All I love is lost
You were the very last one
And now I truly, really am
An orphan.
Jocelyn Segoviano is a writer in the United States with a passion for science fiction and fantasy who worked previously as a freelance writer and book reviewer. With a background in tech, math, and music, she brings a unique perspective to her stories. Jocelyn continues to create and discover new realms of imagination through her writings.
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