Book of Poems 2

Special

The lights are lit.
They look like stars.
I almost had to sit;
they look so large.

Warm smiles welcomed me.
They cheered me on.
Their sincerity, I see.
I don't have very long.

It was a rare feeling.
Liking who I am.
I am grieving.
It makes me sad.

I have to leave soon.
I feel bittersweet.
This I already knew.
But this time was such a treat.

I want to go back,
but I also want to stay.
I feel kind of bad,
at the end of the day.

These memories are special,
full of joy and laughter.
I'm sure they'll be helpful,
to soothe the sadness after.

I hold them close with me,
right here in my heart.
So when I do grieve,
you'll never be too far.

~fin~