Memories
I remember when we first met; the smile that we shared lit the room like Christmas
The first time we locked eyes, it was the moment all else ceased to exist
We said each other’s names…
Beginning to create a memory…
The laughter, the joy that started to grow, made life so simple that nothing else mattered
At night, we dreamed, and I knew I’d dream of you
The first kiss, and it’s over now, the tension is drawing tighter than a bowstring
The ache to hold and caress is overwhelming
Could we breathe again?
Didn’t we even notice we held our breath when we took each other into our arms?
The kisses, sweet delirium took us farther and farther up the trail
And the touches spoke languages that only we understood.
All these delicious times, these pretty memories…
Days could go by, but when a moment is free, the phone rings with anxiety
Are we not strong enough to resist one another?
I think not, but you can try if you want.
The time had come, and we lay under the stars
Nothing so much sweeter, than to be next to you; it felt like I knew you for forever
When forever is such a long time away.
The pain we’ve carried in life were scars of battle, but the sweet ointments we’ve applied
Draw away from that unpleasant experience.
So now, as we take each other up, nothing can undo what had been done. From kisses
To secret explorations in the midnight hour, pain has been stolen, bought with love
But now, I am broken
Broken, is how you left me, like shattered glass and destroyed dreams
Because I don’t see that same fire when I first kissed you
It’s like I was the last to know you loved me, but didn’t love me anymore
What could I have done? I need you to stay, whatever you need me to do, I’ll do
I’m open, and I know that I am not strong enough to see you gone
Because you’ve become my world
All the love I have to give and you also, I watch another take
And in silence and ignorance, I must
Remember that love heals all things
And for all these memories, I must remain as shattered porcelain
Though I can be restored, I’ll never be whole
My life without you makes me ne’er do well
But I know for all these pretty memories, I am broken and open
And I don’t feel at right in the world, when you’re gone.
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