as the days pass
and the time flies
minutes have turned
into hours
and hours into days
the feelings are still there
but I have to dig deeper
to find them
I don’t cry as much
but the loss has settled inside.
it moved from my mind
into my heart
and has made a home in my bones.
I don’t talk about you anymore
but I dream of you each night
and have to remind myself
every morning
to forget you.
the feelings are still as strong
but I have to think harder
to remember
as the days pass
and the time flies
minutes have turned
into hours
and hours into days.
1-06-07
the day my true love was supposed to come home to me but didn't and won't.
by shannon flanders
nice very nice it must have been painful and it shows you true feelings nice very nice
What a stunning account of tragic loss. I am sure it was painful to write and, as beautifully written as it is, it is painful to read as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I really love the line..'every morning I have to remember to forget you'. There's honesty here...Poetry bares one's soul. Excellent! Rogerx.