Dec 2015
My mind wonders back
back to the beginning
to the moment when this began
the day I met you
Like a production played out in my mind
sound so loud I can not hear anything else
but then my mind skips ahead and the sadness returns
I can't stop playing it over in my mind
the moment they told you
"Weeks left to live"
the fear I saw in your eyes
but there was nothing we could do
A tear falls from my eye
hating that you are gone
but there is nothing I can do
except remember you
your smile
your laughter
your big blue eyes
your kindness
so My mind wonders back
back to the beginning
to the moment when this began
the day I met you
back to the beginning
to the moment when this began
the day I met you
Like a production played out in my mind
sound so loud I can not hear anything else
but then my mind skips ahead and the sadness returns
I can't stop playing it over in my mind
the moment they told you
"Weeks left to live"
the fear I saw in your eyes
but there was nothing we could do
A tear falls from my eye
hating that you are gone
but there is nothing I can do
except remember you
your smile
your laughter
your big blue eyes
your kindness
so My mind wonders back
back to the beginning
to the moment when this began
the day I met you
At the moment this poem doesn't pressent it's self from my point of view, it is written from the point of view of a person who recently lost their loved one. So many people die each year and there loved ones suffer in heart ache, I tried my best to promote how this might feel to a person who as yet to experience this kind of heart ache.. R.I.P to those who've lost their lives
