Dark, sombre
It was a night my mind refused to
replay.
I remember his hands touching my cheeks.
I remember their warmth and the love they held.
I remember him leaning in to kiss me,
one last time.
He tasted of
hurt, of pain, regret and sleepless nights spent worrying if he loved
me.
I remember the first time he said he did.
I remember the last time too.
I remember being held close to him when I couldn't sleep.
I remember walks and talks
and loving being with him.
I remember everything,
for the both of us.
I remember him.
Even after he's been long gone.
I remember.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetrySelf explanatory if you ask me. Poems for all ages, genders and sexualities. Notice which of us writes what by finding our signature. Please take no offense to anything you read as nothing is direct toward anyone or anything in particular. Don't be...
