the world seems so gray—
even on this beautiful, sunny day.
another tombstone added
to the graveyard of my heart,
another love
that failed to bloom.
the memory that we became...
I hope it haunts you—
another regret added to your list.
the way your gifts haunt me in my closet,
the way our memory chips away
at the pieces of my bleeding heart.
Oct 19, 2025
Oct 19, 2025 at 6:59 AM UTC
the world seems so gray—
even on this beautiful, sunny day.
another tombstone added
to the graveyard of my heart,
another love
that failed to bloom.
the memory that we became...
I hope it haunts you—
another regret added to your list.
the way your gifts haunt me in my closet,
the way our memory chips away
at the pieces of my bleeding heart.
I hoped we wouldn't become a memory, however a memory we became.
this poem links to my earlier one: https://hellopoetry.com/poem/5171423/the-memory-we-might-become/
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