FadedA Poem by Mary TorresI’m going away in the fall, you know, for school. Fourteen hours away. I'm finally doing it. You always told me I never would, and I always told you you were wrong. I’ve been going through all my clothes to get them ready, and today I came across your old t-shirt. It’s the dark red one, the one that always brought out your milk chocolate eyes. You must remember when I got it, don’t you? Do you remember these things like I do? It was the night that you snuck me in, we left a party and went to your place. Your parents were downstairs, and I thought we snuck by them, but later I found out they knew the whole time. You really never were good at keeping secrets. Kind of like your promises. We were in and out of sleep all night, talking, holding each other, forgetting everything else. It’s easy to forget the bad things when the stars come out and for once you have somebody beside you through the night, fighting off the darkness with you. So now your shirt is folded up on my bed, and as I look at the faded writing of its brand name, I realize that the memory of that night has faded just as much. Still legible, I know the basics of what happened, but what did we say to one another? What had we talked about? How many times did we wake up, and what did your warmth feel like against my skin? I don’t know. And I know that I will never be able to remember again. -doapg © 2014 Mary TorresAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on June 5, 2014 Last Updated on June 5, 2014 Tags: love, fading love, unrequited love, sad, hurt, poetry, prose, heartbreak, relationship, relatable, romance, text, romantic, first love AuthorMary TorresBoston, MAAboutI'm going to High Point University in the fall, and majoring in English writing. I've wanted to be a writer since before I can remember, and certainly since before I was told that writing is not a re.. more.. |