Looking at the memories
brings a little sting.
Knowing that I loved you,
all just for things to
turn out so bleak.
I want to say my grief is done,
but that would be a lie.
Some things make me ache inside
for something that won't be.
I'm stepping towards the light,
though, one moment
at a time.
True, I want to cry
and
demand why you
you turned your back
as if I didn't matter.
True, I want to cry and wonder
what changed your
heart to loathe me so.
Then, however, I look at the places
we went and the things we did,
the food we ate and
the beauty of the world, frozen.
I see the way you loved me then.
Yes, it hurts to know
that you walked
away with such ease -
but there's a strange comfort
in remembering
the joy in every moment
that will always remain.
Sometimes people come and go
and you, sadly, were
one of them -
but I have proof of
innocence and that I lived,
even for just a bit.
I'm moving on, finding days again -
but you will always be there,
in the best place my heart can close.
Your voice fades but
your face remains
in a time where we, blissfully, didn't know.
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To the World...(A Collection of Poems)
PoetryZelda Aurora Gabriel has been writing poetry from the time she was 13. She is now 25. Different from others her age, poetry became an outlet and a means of understanding a world that often didn't understand her. "To the World" is a compilation and a...
