Do you look back at our conversations?
The ones from before the heaviness settled
Where we had no fear
Only laughter?
Remember when I had just blanked?
You called me and called me
Until I picked up
I could hear you
How scared you were
Because my light was fading
The times you would complain
About your friends
Your parents
Me being me
I listened
I never thought the end would come
But now it has
And I made us take this break
But it's destroying me
And now I just sit here and look at our past Happiness
And wonder
DO you look at them Like I do?
Or am I the only one?
YOU ARE READING
My Poem Book
PoetryThis of all the poems I wrote, write, will write and have written.
