so many things left unsaid.
so many words left unspoken.
your voice plays on repeat in my head,
but somehow i fear i'm forgetting you.
forgetting your voice,
your smile,
your presence.
until someone says "remember when"
and there i am.
9 years old dancing with you in the kitchen.
with no clue what my life would become,
and how disappointed you would be.
the only thing i knew was you chose to be there with me.
so many words were said,
but never the right ones.
never the ones that needed to be said.
i was so young with the thought that life would pardon me from pain.
i was sadly mistaken.
life will never pardon you no matter what you don't say or do,
and no matter what you do say or do.
it could all be different or gone in a matter of seconds.
the only thing that taught me was don't get too attached, and live with no regrets.
because i regret so much.
and i'm not even dead.
YOU ARE READING
words in the fog
Poesiapoetry, talk of substances, abuse, and love, unspoken words to sooth the healing.
