The curves of her Body Haunt my memory like a Specter Aimlessly wandering my labyrinthine thoughts
When did I last lay my eyes upon her divine form?
We’ll me t again on't know where Don’t now when
I took her to dinner after I was relived of My post Her dress fitted her form like a glove Her eyes sparkled more than the ring I Gave her Watching her eat was like watching a symphony Each bite executed with upmost grace and beauty That was the moment I Knew I found the love of my life
We'l m et *** on kno whe e Don’t now wh
Starting a family with Her Was the greatest decision I Could’ve ever made Our bed was a sacred site The conception place of three beautiful Children Lord was I happy Every day with them was a new adventure and I Couldn’t have been happier with what God gave me My kids were growing up to be model American citizens I had served for the dream and for My Efforts, I was given the reward to spend my life With the women I loved And to bring two beautiful children up in the world. And lemme tell you I Was so proud to have a child as great as mine
We m t aga D t no her D w he
My wife found my keys sitting in the sink After spending hours ripping up the house for them I didn’t remember putting them there we just blew it off as some goof up I was moving on in years. Everyone makes their silly mistakes But after that, things got worse. Suddenly, it was hard for me to remember details of her figure. I’d wake up in the middle of the night, getting ready for work when I haven’t worked for 10 years. Sometimes I’d worry incessantly over the stranger making their way into my home a stranger who looked like they knew me They’d be sobbing, calling out to me. “I’m your son!”
I had no memory of any children of mine
W m t ag do t no w don ow h
Days didn’t seem linear anymore it felt like I was just riding the wave of life I only remembered the sound of the grand ballroom The laughter and joy of the girl the girl I danced with the night I was relieved of my post That perfect, shining girl
What ever happened to her?
We’ll meet again Don’t know where Don’t know when
Memory always escapes us. Why not use that fear of loss in a poem? Inspired by A Empty Bliss Beyond The World by The Caretaker