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There are moments I wish to forget There seem to be vestiges of you everywhere That I see things not as they are But a shadow, a spark, a thread of you It's been some time Enough to think I was okay Then one day I smell your scent and your vague image slowly turned into my sharpest memory Or maybe you were always the clearest memory Which I chose to hide in the closet Because I know I couldn't forget But this is how I want to forget I wish I could open the door and not think of the last time you closed it I wish I could say goodbye without hearing you say it back And these aren't all I find myself hoping I could put all the happy moments behind Because they were hard to beat and I never felt the same Sometimes I wish I could listen to a song and not hear your voice singing it to me And read a book without seeing your delicate fingers hold the pages' ends I wish I could wake up and not see your smile shining brighter than the sun Or tuck the blankets in without feeling your arms wrapping around me But I know I know I can brave this world with just the precious memories of you.
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
vestiges
There are moments I wish to forget There seem to be vestiges of you everywhere That I see things not as they are But a shadow, a spark, a thread of you It's been some time Enough to think I was okay Then one day I smell your scent and your vague image slowly turned into my sharpest memory Or maybe you were always the clearest memory Which I chose to hide in the closet Because I know I couldn't forget But this is how I want to forget I wish I could open the door and not think of the last time you closed it I wish I could say goodbye without hearing you say it back And these aren't all I find myself hoping I could put all the happy moments behind Because they were hard to beat and I never felt the same Sometimes I wish I could listen to a song and not hear your voice singing it to me And read a book without seeing your delicate fingers hold the pages' ends I wish I could wake up and not see your smile shining brighter than the sun Or tuck the blankets in without feeling your arms wrapping around me But I know I know I can brave this world with just the precious memories of you.
I never thought I'd say these again. 27-09-17
idiosyncrasy
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May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 2:28 AM UTC
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