You'd think by now
I'd be forgetting
Always betting
Maybe today or tomorrow,
I'll wake
A clean slate,
But no
It is not so,
You are
My only memories,
Twinkling like a star;
In my mind
Trapped butterfly in a jar,
Time is not kind
This time around,
As I do often imagine I hear the sound,
Of your laughter,
As my ever after
Is not happy or sad,
Just a certain serene kind of glad;
Always looking up and thinking that maybe you,
Might be thinking of me too...
© okpoet