What color did you like the least?
Did you have acne as a teen?
Which race car was your favorite one?
Were your first cousins ever mean?
What school was it that you went to?
Which ice cream flavor did you like?
What flowers did you used to buy?
Did you know how to ride a bike?
When did we have our youngest kid?
Which day was it that you proposed?
How did we end up in our house?
What was that song that you composed?
Were your eyes more greenish or blue?
How did you shave your facial hair?
What did your hand feel like in mine?
In which ways did you show you care?
...
Your memory is fading now
But there is nothing I can do
And so once more I mourn the fact
That I am slowly losing you
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Poems to Leave Streaks of Ink
PoetryAnd I'd rage at the monsters, But that's the task of fools, Who cannot bring themselves to know, Monsters are humans' tools... I write poems like this, just usually longer...feel free to give some of them a read:)