Burden

 

Memories of stained glass

Heavy on my shoulders

The weight holds me down

In my slow slumber hours.

 

A relic of your past in my drawer

From a loved one that has passed away

It would have been her instead of me

If she were still alive….

 

Another poem from the girl of your past

Returning again to say her many goodbyes

Or her little quirks on how she is struggling to move on

Enough to fill the space of a year’s poetry

 

That is fine, till I see your page

Of her still on your watch list

Despite your claims of letting her go.

 

I tried to ease the burden on my shoulders

By pushing mine towards you

But my one crush cannot match

Your intimate relationship with three girls