Something I could call my own

I'd like to erase 

every memory

of you.

All the nights

we spent together,

falling in love.

All the times

we sat under the trees,

watching the clouds go by.

All the mornings

we shared before you left,

knowing you'd come back.

All the nights 

I fell asleep in your arms.

to wake up to your face beside me.

Waking up to your face

is the memory that haunts me 

the most.

Because just for a second 

I thought I had something

I could call my own.

Reviews

[Bare trees]

It's a sad tale too often told darlin. Love is a special feelin that fills the heart in all the right ways and I can't say I blame ya for wanting that. This is a fine poem that'll git a hundred from me.