Remembering.

Again, going through some old writing.

Sitting here, remembering.

Pictures flashing through my head,

of us always together,

before our love was dead.

How we laughed over childish things,

and cried when we hurt.

You don't know how much I miss you.

For as much as that is worth.

I don't know how you did it.

You made it seem so real.

I never knew that if I couldn't touch you,

that I would still feel.

Now, tears brim,

feels an eternity since you've said 'no.'

If you knew that you'd still walk this earth,

would you have made the choice to let me go?

Author's Note

Criticism should always be constructive. ;)