Flashing memories of my life
I want to cling tightly to,
But they slip through my fingers.
Years later,
I'll ask my parents
What she was like
They'll say she was my best friend
Until she had to leave,
Trying to cling onto those memories
As they float
float
float away
Knowing she doesn't remember me.
I look at memories trapped in dusty picture frames
Little photographs found in the attic
Where we wore matching dandelion dresses
And laughed in the summer sun.
Her parents and she drove away that summer
Gone and gone and gone for good.
Little dandelion petals
Blowing in the wind
As I make a wish
That someday she'll come back.
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Minor Inconveniences {Poetry}
Poetry"It was nothing important, A single stupid thought." -- -- -- -- -- A collection of poetry I doubt will ever be published, so I hope you enjoy it. Three years in the making, it's a trip through anxiety, love, heartbreak, depression, the works. Imag...
