I'm afraid,
That your memories of me will fade.
Cease to exist,
So please make yourself a checklist.
My words alone can't possibly spell
The feelings I shell.
They need only covering
So they don't start puzzling.
I miss your sight a bit now.
I don't know, but somehow.
Your personality is something I crave,
Nothing to intergrave.
But to indulge in,
To quench my sin.
You won't read this, most likely
And I can maybe carve my one path, so brightly
YOU ARE READING
The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
