My past, forgettable and sketchy

At best, save a few subtle

Moments that are locked away

In my memory forever, will never

Be known to you.

The poem you wrote unrealized,

For me, broke me down.

All the while, I loved

You, and wanted you happy

For all eternity.

But now you are gone

Forever. And I am here,

Remembering your poem,

The pen you gave to me,

And the circumstances that

It was a gift. The

Ink has long since run dry.

I am left, remembering forever

The poems I wrote for you

With it.

I will never forget all the songs we made love

Through. And the one we

Danced to, the loving ones

You expressed to me as love.

The songs are over now.

And I sit and cry in

Remembering them all.

I sit and remember

All these things, and you.

With nothing to hold

Without you.