The memories of us,
haunts me every day.
Our moments shared follows me around,
like a lost soul.
The known fact that I will never get to have those moments with you again,
consumes me like the dead consumes the night.
A friendship,
a lover,
gone.
Not gone for sure,
but gone,
only to live in my memory replaying over and over again.
I do not wish to not have our memories,
no.
I only wish that it was not just the mere ghosts of us walking next to me,
but it was you.
You will forever live freely
in my memory.
YOU ARE READING
It's not all black and white
PoetryA personal collection of all my poems. >TW< This is my first book so if you enjoyed reading my poems feel free to vote and leave a comment. ❤️ Lots of love
