The weeks when we talk
Always seem the brightest;
When your voice echos in my head
And our pictures remain untouched.
You invade my daydreams
And my dreams during the night.
I keep rereading our messages
And smiling at myself.
I remember when you hugged me
Goodbye;
Your arms tightened around my waist
And a small smile on your face.
But now you are just a ghost
With lovely memories.
Your messages stopped sending
And your voice started fading.
And I can't help to think
I'm just another forgotten friend.
YOU ARE READING
Hurt, Pain, Regrets
Poetrywhy do we endure such pain, in such little time? {my rant of poems}
