he keeps reminding me how good it was,
the laughter,
the joy of each others presence
his love like no other
till it became a mess
he keeps reminding me that you're still gone,
and
i'm still lonely
the lonely nights without hearing your voice before bed,
no morning snap or text message
but worse of all,
the fact that you are never coming back
he keeps reminding me that i will never love like that ever again
the kisses we almost had,
the touches i craved at the late hours of the night
the dreams that never became reality
he keeps reminding me,
that you're still gone
and
i'm still lonely .
YOU ARE READING
jar of hearts (a poetry story)
Poetrywho do you think you are? running around with a jar of hearts?
