I
Don't think of you so much anymore.
Your face is no longer
The first thing on my mind
When I wake up in the morning.
I remember when this time
Felt impossible.
I thought when you left
My world would be forever gray
And full of rain.
But I was wrong.
Spring still comes
Just like it always did
And as I've grown older
I realize
That the sky has not become
Any less blue.
My life
Does not revolve around your memory
Like it used to.
I have things to do,
Places to see,
A husband and kids
Who make me so happy.
I have seasons to enjoy,
New memories to create,
And beauty to embrace.
But
Sometimes you still haunt
My dreams at night
And I remember us
And how innocent we were.
You were my first
And I still do love you.
Even though
I can find so much joy
In this life without you,
Never has a month
Felt quite the same
As those beginning, sunlit hours
Of our youth.
Maybe the spring hasn't changed
Because we were the spring
And our ghosts are still here
Although
I cannot see them.
I'd like to believe
That you have not really
Passed on and gone away
And your soul still lingers
With the one owned
By the young, bright eyed girl
Who once lived in my skin.
Spread amongst all of creation
Free.
YOU ARE READING
From The Archives Of Memory
Poetry"Back in those days we thought we could change the world. But the world killed us instead."
