"FORGET-ME-NOTS"
Created by Mz. Witt 7 years agoWhere were we at
- this time-
a year ago..?
(I'm not exactly sure...)
yet, somehow,
deep down in my heart
I knew that what we had was PURE.
I knew that SOME way
...BLESS YOUR HEART...
you'd come-
and not ONE moment too soon-
but terrifying
once I realized
we were instinctively "in-tune"...
It hurts SO bad-
(still hurts SO bad...)
it stings-
and still ... so easily I cry.
I'd give my heart and soul
to gaze once more
into those soft, warm eyes.
I didn't know WHAT to expect with you-
scared to death-
afraid to speak-
inside my head I play the tape we made
(subconsciously)
during that last week.
--- and it makes me cry even harder---
The ONLY thing I know
is that THOSE days
and endless starry nights
were absolutely
<NO REGRETS>
the VERY best days of my Life.
I'm glad we spent so much time TALKING-
and still found
... <moments> ...
in warm tubs
as time stopped,
then stood still-
to make some room for long foot-rubs.
The thought of spending each and every year
with this heart-ACHE seems...
UNBEARABLE, at best-
remembering
(unintentionally)
you were SO MUCH BETTER
than "the rest".
Still to this day-
outside (that) window-
it still feels JUST LIKE that next day...
the morning sun slipped out
beneath the moon
and you had (officially)
"passed away"---
Even now,
in this ELEVENTH month,
it's as if I'm still in shock-
I'm too traumatized to acknowledge
the Valentines' at which (we're) not...
(we were supposed to be though...)
You told me I'd be
"happy-healthy-hydrated"
by (this) same time next year---
the only thing you failed to mention
was... (sigh)...
that you wouldn't be here...
I MISS YOU SO (DAMN) MUCH, BRANDON.
January 21, 2017
- this time-
a year ago..?
(I'm not exactly sure...)
yet, somehow,
deep down in my heart
I knew that what we had was PURE.
I knew that SOME way
...BLESS YOUR HEART...
you'd come-
and not ONE moment too soon-
but terrifying
once I realized
we were instinctively "in-tune"...
It hurts SO bad-
(still hurts SO bad...)
it stings-
and still ... so easily I cry.
I'd give my heart and soul
to gaze once more
into those soft, warm eyes.
I didn't know WHAT to expect with you-
scared to death-
afraid to speak-
inside my head I play the tape we made
(subconsciously)
during that last week.
--- and it makes me cry even harder---
The ONLY thing I know
is that THOSE days
and endless starry nights
were absolutely
<NO REGRETS>
the VERY best days of my Life.
I'm glad we spent so much time TALKING-
and still found
... <moments> ...
in warm tubs
as time stopped,
then stood still-
to make some room for long foot-rubs.
The thought of spending each and every year
with this heart-ACHE seems...
UNBEARABLE, at best-
remembering
(unintentionally)
you were SO MUCH BETTER
than "the rest".
Still to this day-
outside (that) window-
it still feels JUST LIKE that next day...
the morning sun slipped out
beneath the moon
and you had (officially)
"passed away"---
Even now,
in this ELEVENTH month,
it's as if I'm still in shock-
I'm too traumatized to acknowledge
the Valentines' at which (we're) not...
(we were supposed to be though...)
You told me I'd be
"happy-healthy-hydrated"
by (this) same time next year---
the only thing you failed to mention
was... (sigh)...
that you wouldn't be here...
I MISS YOU SO (DAMN) MUCH, BRANDON.
January 21, 2017
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