Series of poems: One Year Later pt 3
Phoebe
Today it's been a year
Though it feels as if it isn't even near
There has never been another
Not like Wyatt's brother
I can not put my feelings down
Sitting here in the rain with a frown
Although they're not visible
My tears are present and I'm miserable
I miss him dearly
Although I do not show it clearly
I love you my dear nephew
There will be no other like you
