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hs Apr 2020
It’s ironic isn’t it?

How your biggest
Fear was the ones
You love were going
To leave.

But here I am,
Without you
By my side.

It’s ironic isn’t it?
hs Mar 2020
The last memory I have of you
You were sitting in your car

With pleading eyes that said,
“Please don't go”
Although moments earlier
Your words said different.

I had kissed your cheek
And said one last
Goodbye.

I waved as I drove away
With a heavy heart and a
Soul that did not want to
Leave.
hs Apr 2020
Is this real life?

This is a question
I find myself asking
Often.

I wish it were just
A dream. One where
I could wake up  
To see a sweet
Good morning
From you
On the screen
Of my phone.

I wish it were just
A dream. One where
I could wake up
With the excitement
Of knowing I
Will see you
That day.

I wish it were just
A dream. One where
I could wake up
And tell you
Just how much
You mean to me
One more time.

I wish it were just
A dream. One where
I could wake up
And you could
Remind me
That this is
All just a
Dream

But this,
This is not
Just a dream.

I am sick
At the thought
That this is
real life.

That you
Are not
Here.
hs Mar 2020
You used to be my favorite thing to talk about.
But now I can’t even find the courage to say your name.

— The End —