I don't always remember
the way you used to laugh,
how it made me feel,
how well
you tied the knot.
I don't always remember
the color of your eyes
and I sometimes wonder
if they were brown or black,
reflecting all my sorrows
in their perfectly clear mud.
I do sometimes remember
what words you used to say-
They're carved inside my brain,
and tattooed on my heart-
They hurt when I remember,
still tender when they're touched.
and even when I'll forget you
I'll still remember that.
YOU ARE READING
After He Left
PoetryAfter you left, I wrote you poems that you'll never get to read. Now you're still gone and I'm still writing the words you never got to hear. -------------- The poems are somehow connected, although they can be read alone. This book was actually in...
