(c) 2018 Edward York
The day had passed by quickly,
But slowed into a crawl.
The sun said a last goodnight,
Casting shadows on the wall.
The night time passed by slowly.
It was finally time for bed.
It had become the worst time of all,
The time I had learned to dread.
I could no longer reach to touch you,
Darkness replaced your smile.
Silence replaced your laughter,
That entertained me for a while.
Memories are all that still remain,
I still visualize your face.
It is never really gone,
Because I see it everyplace.
Now things are getting better,
And I seldom ever cry.
And now I only miss you,
On days that end in "Y".
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Lasergraph,
A beautifully written poem!
So difficult living without the one you’ve loved! Memories will keep that love alive on all the “days that end in ‘Y’.”
~Laura~
At my age you become an encyclopedia of memories.
wow, this really is beautifully written!
Thank you.
A sensitive write laser.
If not so sad a theme, I might say: If days were called Monda, Tuesda, etc, you might not miss them at all. (I wish I would shut up. lol).
I get in touch with my sensitive side once in a while.
I really liked the last line. Really makes you think. A fantastic piece.
Thank you, much appreciated.
Very good emotive write Edward.
What a beautiful poem it came from the heart. Micalina
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