There was never anyone else for me
But Alice
She painted portraits for me
My Alice
She filled me up with the green in her eyes
And carved me apart as we became to realize
But Alice
My Alice
Could stay with me no longer
She soared, a bird, through the bright skies
Away from me into a sweet paradise
How long it's taken me to acknowledge her absence
I know she'd forgive me
My Alice
Of the wrongdoings I've done
In her name and mine
And the poems I've sung
Of her love set in paintings and stone
And mine set in words that cannot begin to describe
My Alice
My Alice
What have they done to you
Covered you up to keep me away
Filled you with flowers
Until you decay
Bury you deep away from the light
My Alice
My Alice
I've taken a fright
I miss you
My Alice
My love forevermore
My Alice
My Alice
I've come to say goodbye now
In the only way I know how
In a love letter disguised as a poem
And a way to let you know that I've come home
YOU ARE READING
Gentle Reminders of You
Poetryoh, reader, my reader, please don't hate what you are about to read they come from a part of me deep inside buried beneath blood and flesh warped in anger and weeping challenged in love changed in trust bound by hope and they are yours
