i'm sorry that no one comes
to see you anymore.
i promise they haven't forgotten,
not too much,
but they live on without you.
sometimes i think maybe
you're watching over us -
my guardian angel.
i visit every week,
even though neither of us
have much to say.
somehow the visits make up
for not getting to know you
in this life.
so i'll keep visiting.
i won't forget, even though
i can't remember.
i'll see you,
the faithful guardian,
next week -
same time, same place.
YOU ARE READING
a last note from your narrator
Poetrypeople write because no one listens - h.h. a collection of short stories written in various points in my life. mostly bad points. fair warning. title from the book thief by markus zusak i...
