my only memory of you
before they tore us apart
is buying those sugar mice
at the shop down the street
from your house
i don't know why i remember it
or why this, of all things
is what stuck in my mind
when i tried to hold on
to as much of you as i could
before you were gone
i remember the innocence
the carefree happiness
the excitement of nothing in particular
i remember your small hand in mine
carefully watched by our parents
who, little did we know
planned to separate us before we turned three
i remember when you left
and i stopped seeing you
i remember being confused and upset
but i was offered no explanation
you were my family
and you were taken away from me
without any warning
i lie on the floor now
fifteen years old
that memory bittersweet in my mind
resentment towards our family
boiling my blood with rage
every christmas i buy a fresh packet
of sugar mice
they all still sit in my cupboard
unopened, one for each year you've been gone
i've never been able to eat them since.
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poetry
Poetry♡ a poem compilation ♡ "maybe someday, these pain-filled words will compensate for this endless suffering."
