Do you remember when our lives
were full of pinky promises
and I wishes?
When we couldn't wait
for the future?
When we rode our bikes
until our legs ached
and the sun set?
When we went for slurpies
on Saturdays?
When we promised to
never leave
each other's sides?
I remember.
I remember you.
I remember us.
Do you remember when you left?
When you left me for dead?
Do you even remember who you were?
Who you wanted to be?
Do you know all the
pinky promises you have
broken
By doing this to me?
My bike sits in the garage
I can't bare to see it.
My Saturdays are sad
Without you in them.
All the promises are broken
And the memories are shattered.
But the laughter still remains
Echoing inside my brain.
I remember what we did.
I remember what we said.
It can never be undone.
Even if you have left me for dead.
From: Hanako.
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PoesíaI'm going to fall a lot before I learn to fly. (The recent poems are better.) -------- .˚ ᵎ┊͙ ⋆*☁️ ⓒ fallen-spector
