Oh, my love, though I knew my memories
Would not forever stay, I held on—
I promise you, I held for on as long as I could.
The somber nights filled with flooded eyes
And blue lips are still fresh in my mind.
But you yourself are not, because
Try as I might, the inevitable happened—
Away you slipped with each breath I drew.
Still, every so often, you return to my thoughts
Like a flurry of snowflakes tumbling
From the ominous wintry sky.
Now is one of those precious moments
During which you invade my thoughts.
And, therefore, alone I lie,
With shameful flushed cheeks and closed eyes—
And I think of nothing but you,
And breathe, and sigh, and remember.
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Path to the Moon ✓
PoetryWe are all simply doing everything we can to find our charted path to the moon. © Copyright 2016 by Lily White. All rights reserved.
