I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears.
I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same.
Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life.
I wonder if you ever do the same.
Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day.
I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.
Dec 18, 2018
Dec 18, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
I try to go back to our tree and lie beneath the branches but I always end up in tears.
I wonder if you ever come back here and do the same.
Most nights I think of you with her and wonder why we couldn't have both been in your life.
I wonder if you ever do the same.
Sometimes and only sometimes the memories get too much and I think about what would happen if I never finished this day.
I push that thought away when I think of you doing the same.
a bad poem for and equally as bad poetry story I tried to write