Another year goes by,
When you are not here.
It's been 10 years,
But sometimes I still find myself in tears.
Why can't I remember?
The golden years we had together....
They tell me stories and show me pictures
Of you and me.
I have made these stories and pictures my own,
To the point where I can't tell,
Whether it is wishful thinking
Or my own memories.
As I stand here shivering,
I feel a phantom hug,
A pat on my head,
Telling me it's okay
I feel comforted.
But there's a niggling feeling,
That maybe it's just wishful thinking,
That I can't remember anything at all,
The stories I have memorized,
Telling them as if they were truly mine,
Maybe they are just wishful thinking.
But wishes don't always come true,
Even when your heart breaks in two.
- Author: Ana (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: February 10th, 2024 09:23
- Category: Unclassified
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