Warnings: Loss, grief
The last time that I wore this shirt
You outright laughed at me
Although in your defense the fur
Left not much shirt to see
The last time that I watched this show
You scowled at the male leads
Ranting how a man should help
A woman when she bleeds
The last time that I used this bike
We both rode side by side
Between the puddles and the mud
It was a bumpy ride
The last time that I made this dish
You licked sauce off your plate
I'm not quite sure when I forgot
How messily you ate
I know the grief will fade and that
Someday I will move on
But how can I when every act
Reminds me that you're gone
YOU ARE READING
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:)
