Remember that time we danced in the kitchen to buddy holly,
You were laughing,
You looked so free,
I just watched you,
Grasping onto the memories,
Hoping I wouldn't forget,
Hoping you wouldn't disappear before my eyes.
Remember when you and I sat in the kitchen,
Baking batches of cookies,
Not knowing when enough was enough,
You told me,
"Keep baking when I'm gone,"
I let the words roll of my back,
Laughing and saying,
"But you'll never be gone."
How naive I was,
The ache grew louder when you left,
So loud it roared in my ears,
Scumming me to my thoughts,
I didn't want to do it anymore,
Couldn't bare to be without you,
My best friend,
The only one that understood,
But I kept going.
I don't listen to buddy holly much anymore,
Not since you left,
I don't bake anymore,
Not like I used too,
Not since you left.
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Poetry• For those with invisible wounds • For those with rushed childhoods • For those with forgotten memories • For the trauma • For those that dream • For those that lost someone important • For the selfless • For those with plastered smiles • for t...
