Strangers I hardly knew you; A guitarist, A good singer, A song writer And Hannah's current boyfriend, Was all I knew. She'd dump you, I knew it, So I talked to you after the break up, You were nothing special at the time, So, I moved on. Didn't talk to you.
Becoming Friends A few months later When one of Hannah's friends Was dating on of her ex's I thought, You were one of her ex's And you were really nice and cute Why not get to know you? We shared random conversations on Facebook. You were really funny. So a number was given and texting happened.
Best friends We texted everyday. We enjoyed each other's company. We had both needed a good friend to talk to. And we got along great. Perhaps a little too great.
Falling hard I found myself liking you more and more Each day. Small jealously When you talked about perhaps liking some new girl. Secret joy When she had been taken. I knew I had a crush on you And soon enough, You did too. But we established A long distance relationship couldn't be made. Too far apart, In age and distance. The tears that fell Because of this Made me realize, You were making a big impact in my heart. And I needed you.
More than friends I'm not sure when, But we started to not care about the things we established. I met you And before then, We both knew how much We liked each other. Maybe we'd steal a kiss or two When we met. (I wish we did) Meeting you, Made me so nervous, Yet extremely happy. Heads were rested on shoulders, Fore heads were kissed, We became the cutest couple we knew. Soon we decided this was love.
Broken up* Three weeks, I guess you didn't love me Like you thought you did. In fact, You lied. Saying you'd never stop loving me, But you did. I needed your love, But now she does. She needs you, I need you, But you only have room in your heart For one love, And that's her. I wish you had waited, Till you could see me; Maybe there's a feeling still there But you don't realize. I want to see you So maybe there is a feeling The only hope I have Even though you'd never take me back. But I'd take you back Any day Any minute Any second. All's you'd have to do is ask, Even though you never will.
I wake up To the feeling of his arms Wrapped around me and His lips tangled up in my hair Like last night Is wiped from his memory And the only evidence remaining Are my red eyes And swollen cheeks And broken heart
At times I wonder. Do you ever Think of me. While gazing At the stars. When revisiting The past.
Or am I Just A memory. Long lost, Forgotten. Buried Deep down In the shards Of time.
memory.
Author: the unwritten note
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Date: 06/04/2020
№ 1209454
A poem about scent memory.
It's strange how certain smells can trigger a very distinct memory. or how at one time, you enjoyed the smell of something, but now it reminds you of someone and it makes your stomach turn. was what sweet is now rotten. but then there are things that, to most, smell rotten, but no. not to me. cigarette smoke, for example, reminds me of my mom. living far apart from her, i miss the scent of camel blue 99s in my hair. oftentimes, i'm tempted to buy a pack just for the reminder, but she'd kill me faster than any cancer could. and anyway, i prefer newports.
I bury my son The rain falls Cold wet and miserable I reach for something to say But I am dumb Struck so By your demise
We dressed you In your sweatshirt And trainers The clothes had your Smell about them I waited for you to speak ВЂњHi Dad I'm home” But there was only silence
I wake in the middle Of the night With thoughts of you And what we might do That day Then a wave Of remembrance Sweeps over me And I remember You are dead
A handful of soil Is my final act Which spatters Where your face Should be The rain quickly Turning it to mud
I turn away And see you In the distance Watching us As salted rain Runs off my nose
I want to cry out Your name And ask why? Why and how We came to this A father laying his son To rest As the world Carries on with It's own business Oblivious to our Grief Goodbye my son I may forgive God In time A long, long time
