I am trying to preserve you in my memories,
I don't want to know if you are dead or not,
You were real, existing or not,
It suffice to know that you are somewhere
don't know where, but somewhere
Just out of touch, busy with your own schedule
very busy indeed
You are not gonna be dead, at least not in my memories
As far as I know, you still exist - living or dead,
6 feet above or under
as human or as mere memory
You exist.
Our friendship wasn't in person
Only thing I was aware of was that some person so good, so true, so new, so real, existed
Even when you weren't part of my physical world
You are now my memory
A memory so sweet and pure
A memory so real and happy
A memory worth lots of smiles.
YOU ARE READING
Sad Poems 2
PoetryI wasn't intending another Sad poems book but I find it hard to not feel the stories. I necessarily don't feel like that.
