I walk along,
See your name.
The dust has settled,
Engraved in your grave.
The tombstone stands
A little too high.
I see all the words of your passing gone by.
Your smile
Your laugh.
Was it all just a dream?
Your gentle hands carrying me into sleep.
The way you ran,
I will never forget,
That sprinting zest.
I can see you now,
Walking along.
Laughing your laugh,
Singing your song.
The mist of your memory
Isn't really here,
But I see you all the same,
Floating in the rain.
Sing your song.
Run your race.
Implant yourself in my memory base.
Because even the dead tell stories.
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Pieces of My Puzzled Heart
PoetryIt's a collection of my poetry. One of the main presiding topics is the idea of darkness, but there are also other things that are happier. I don't really know what to say other than that. Oh wait. My book is totally AWESOME and you should READ IT(l...
