You have a way of putting words into play with the descriptions you use so effortlessly. This speaks to me about my exes and those I love even now. I love how it flowed. I really enjoyed this.
Awe this was sad, but cute. I know how you feel though. I dream about my ex-boyfriend sometimes. Our relationship was really cute. That is why I can remember it. He took me to the prom when I was freshmen. He gave me a beautiful red rose that day. We had kissed more than once that night. We danced together. It was cute though. I still love him as a friend. Recently he wrote me a song and played it and put it on youtube for me. I really enjoyed this piece though. Thanks for sharing. :)
There is cruel irony in the words 'sweet memory'. It is a bitter-sweet remembrance. This is a very sad poem, and the words are tenderly lilting like a dying flower. It brings home the tragedy of a fond memory - in the fact that it is also painful because it is a memory, and therefore the trace of something good which is no longer around; it has been lost forever. There is a distant, misty feel to this piece, which delicately echoes the obscure poignancy of loss with a definite but light touch.
Very strong and open piece. Heartbreaking. Sometimes I wish we could just erase parts of our memories. Life might be easier that way. A wonderful write.
I am lots of things, but here you'd identify most with the writer and avid reader. I have three beautiful children. The oldest boy, Seth, passed last year after fighting a long battle with cancer. .. more..