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Jul 2015
Five hundred eighty five thousand six hundred ninety six hours
we've spent together
I can still remember the first time we started talking
I can still remember the way you said "Hi"
and how my heart tickles for a moment
I can still remember the color of you eyes,
and how it looked at me

I can still remember the warmth of your embrace
you've given me when I feel cold
I can still remember the day you said good night
and how our lips had met that of 10 in the evening
It was beautiful.

I can still remember your scent of how it passionately
affect the both of us
I can still remember the first time you whispered me
the words "I love you"
It made me feel like a promise that I want to hold on forever..

I can still remember the way you held my hand in public
I don't even want to let you go

Five hundred eighty five thousand six hundred ninety six hours ago..
I can still remember the first time we started talking
I can still remember the way you said "Hi" -- And now it all
just ended up with a sigh
How my heart tickles for a moment -- Now it pinches my stomach with so much pain
I can still remember the color the color of your eyes
and how it looked at me -- Now I will never have the chance to see that sparkling brown eyes of yours

I can still remember the warmth of your embrace
You've given me when I feel cold -- Now, I can't remember how warm it was and I have to endure the coldness inside me alone
I can still remember the day you said good night
-- How I wish we were just telling each other good night instead of good bye

How our lips had met that of 10 in the evening
-- Now at 10 in the evening, what I have in m lips is not the taste of your lips but the bitterness of the coffee I made
It was painful.
I can still remember your scent
-- And now it doesn't affect us anymore
I can still remember the first time you whispered
the words "I love you"
It made me feel like a promise I want to hold on forever
-- Now, I am the only one who remembers it, My heart will always feel it and I still cling to that. Forever.

I can still remember the way you held my hand in public
I don't even want to let you go
-- But now, you didn't just let go of my hand, you let go of me.

That was five hundred eighty five thousand six hundred ninety six hours ago... when God took you away from me.
A poem for the cherished purposed of m heart who is now in heaven :)
Angella Joves
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Angella Joves
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