I remember when we walked

I remember when we walked aimlessly around the town at night

our only friends were the city lights and the only thing on our side

was time itself

or so we thought

maybe in a different world you wouldn't be six feet under

with your skull turning to dust in the dark box they put you in

you were so much more vibrant than that

the way you should've been put into the ground

would be surrounded by those feathers you'd cover yourself in

when you were on the verge of crumbling

you should've been laid in a meadow at night

you always said the darkness was much more beautiful

than the sunlight that turned your skin tan in the summer

maybe that's why you loved who you loved

the ones who weren't fit to be alive

the ones who were searching for a reason not to lay in front of a train

the ones who didn't have a place in the world

you died on a bright morning with the sun in your dark eyes

the first time you'd been out in daylight in months, perhaps

I'm sorry I kept it a secret that while you were telling me you loved me

I was watching in anticipation for the vehicle

to slam into your fragile frame

and take you away

Reviews

[DogDrawler]

Your powerful poem outshines many. A review would seem like an insult to it.

[Samantha]

Beautiful read. Your emotion in this piece jumps off the page.

[Jamie Jenkins]

This is such a powerful write, it would hurt to read it over again. You wrote so beautifully about this person and then the sad part dawned and it hurt all the way to the last line and still while I'm writing this. Oh the beauty of simple language and free verse when it comes to tragic words... that is poetry at its best.

I loved beyond love these lines:

"you always said the darkness was much more beautiful
than the sunlight that turned your skin tan in the summer
maybe that's why you loved who you loved
the ones who weren't fit to be alive"

Well done, I loved this piece!