memories are all that is left now
carefully sorted and stored
in a satin lined box, pieces of my life
your love letters
your sweet smile
and your dark blue eyes
all reside there
wrapped in pale pink ribbons
pictures so old that they have faded
all of this I treasure next to my heart
late at night I wander over you in my mind
tears want to fall and do
my soul so wounded that last day
I know I must pack this box away
far from my sight but I have no will
no will to go on, no will to forget your kiss
to forget the love we had that was perfection
I am helpless to its power over me
so weary that I would sleep
sleep deeply as not to wake
floating on my dreams
and like the pictures of you, fade away
9 comments:
Melanie,
This is so sorrowful and beautiful.
Pamela
Oh...this is so, so heart wrenching, but also beautiful.
Very soulful read.
Much thanks for your comments Pamela. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
Thank you Robin for reading my poem. I am glad you liked it.
Melanie
Irene, thanks for your kind comments.
Happy you liked it.
Melanie
I love the image of the satin-lined box of memories. Nice!
lovely, heart-wrenching images.
wonderful piece!
Every one keeps that satin lined box of memories...thanks for making me to discover it.. :)
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