I wish that I didn't write these poems.

The reminder

I remember you,

though- I don't want to.

you reminded me of the cold nights,

of when I used to write these old love-sick poems.

You reminded me of blue lights,

the ones you love.

You reminded me of the rain,

we used to always meet when it would pour or sprinkle.

now, you are no longer here.

Everything else, 

 just reminds me of you.

- anonymous