These collages hanging on the wall,
Of all the memories from spring to fall,
So happy, so beautiful, so full of life,
Like the times we always went for a drive.
The collages filled in this book,
Of all the unexpected pictures you took,
The smile on your face with that glance,
And the way we look at each other as we dance.
The collages I made of you and I,
Will always remain, even after we die,
Pictures fade, but memories so precious,
All the gifts, tokens, and gestures.
The collages I put up on Valintine's day,
And our favorite music to play,
You looked so handsome in that outfit as we met,
The color of your shirt, matching my cheeks, so red.
The collages of all our adventures together,
On the road, by the sea, at the casino, with each other,
We have so many fond memories to remember,
Like how you were there for me from January to December.
All these collages put together from start to finish,
The pictures capture the smiles, but not the feelings,
The pictures capture the moments but not the memories,
And I hope that there will be more in our endeavors.
YOU ARE READING
The recovery
PoetryThis is a collection of my poetry that I am writing during my depression, some are very dark and some are happy memories. I am going to try to publish every day
