Left Of Us

This is a I poem about a girl that has yet to exist in my life. It's about someone could only dream of.

Your presence graces my thoughts from time to time,
So soft a thought that is so much more softly spoken.
Whispers, echoes, cheap imitation are all I have left of you,
Left of us. 
It's through you that I live my life,
Some sick, vicarious pleasure that never seems to satisfy. 
For now you are gone,
All I have left is a single soft thought,
One that will never be spoken.
Three words after "I do",
My darling,
My beloved,
I love you.

Reviews

[Sunny]

This is super sweet! A little sad but sweet! :)