I know we might not be
able to slow dance like
our night on our wedding.
When the DJ played the
song that would only echo
through my mind and words
I could only cough out to say
would be my brother's name
to our son's face. You would
only be patient and times
you would cry but you're still
there from Day 1 like you said.
There's these memories stuck
like glue on this tree that we
first had our first kiss under.
I would rip the bark off just to
get to where the pernament mem
-ories of you were hidden all along.
I am still in love with you and you
love me and I don't remember.
My face might not look like what it
was when we were, when we held
hands as we walked down that single
lane of memories to the future
that only led us to this. I am still
searching for this one memory of you.
In dreams, I know what you are.
The saddest cruelest thing is that when
I wake up, I no longer know what I knew
yesterday when I fell in love with you.
nicole🌹*
imperfectballerina
Sweden*
LOSTPOETFROMHEAVEN*