Dearest Juliet,
I remember the way you smiled.
I remember the way your eyes lit up.
I remember the way you danced around our room.
I remember the way you threw your head back laughing.
I remember the way your tongue stick out when you were reading.
I remember your eyebrows furrowing when you were frustrated.
I remember the way joked around with me.
I remember the way we cuddled together.
I remember the way your head laid on my chest.
I remember feeling your heart beating.
I remember the sparks igniting inside of me.
I remember you blushing when I kissed your cheek.
I remember the way your hands fit perfectly in mine.
I remember the way our lips molded together.
I remember saying,
I love you.
I remember you saying it back to me.
I remember us hugging, and my head resting on yours.
I remember the way you pulled back.
I remember the way you became distant.
I remember you not wanting to cuddle.
I remember you saying,
You didn't have time.
I remember the way your eyes darkened.
I remember the way your lip quivered.
I remember the way you left.
I remember me wishing you'd come back.
I remember having nightmares of you being tortured.
I remember crying myself to sleep.
I remember losing the real thing I've ever known.
I remember it all too well.
Always,
Harry.
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PoesiaCollection of poems written in grief, with a tale of how a couple torn apart by fear can find their way back to each other. All poems are mine! © brokenflowerss