Mina Harker


15 Years


I lost you 15 years ago. I'm afraid I will lose you again.
If in 15 years time, I don't remember your voice, what then?
I've grown afraid of Autumn winds blowing dust off my heart.
My tears never turned to ice,
But my memories fossilized,
And broken down by age they fell apart.

I lost me 15 years ago. A stranger woke up in my place.
A stranger I could not forgive, for forgetting your laugh, or your face.
The little garden of my grief is strewn with weeds and doubt
I'm afraid that one by one,
The flowers will be dead and gone,
And I'll lose you again,15 years from now.

Submitted: Thursday, August 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, August 23, 2013

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I know this is similar in theme to my other poem: it's just a theme I keep thinking about and this one expresses it better than my last.

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