I remember you.
I remember the you that yesterday knew,
the wild you before the weariness grew
into a trap that trapped the best parts of you
'til your wings forgot how high they flew-
your lungs lost the last free breath you blew.
I remember the sky being a brighter blue,
and the sunset being a deeper hue,
'til colors and sunsets bid adieu-
as if the entire world knew
my world would soon be void of you.
My soul can't take the empty and skewed
image of a tattered and broken you-
the you that withdrew from my fervid view
to a place where I chase the feeling of you,
the sensation of you,
the colors and other explanations of you...
Yes, I remember you-
as I carry the weight of the fate of you,
the burden of you,
the visions and very best versions of you...
And now the memories toil through
that clock that stopped ticking for you.
YOU ARE READING
Red: A Poetry Collection
PoetryA collection of poems that touch on the red places in life, whether in love, loss, abuse, or betrayal. Some of the poems are fiction, some are non-fiction--all are honest.
