Thinking bout, holdin back the years,
releasing a lot of tears,
I forgot to tell you about my constant fears.
You were there for me and I was there for you.
Yet, there was a part of me that went with you.
You left so suddenly, abruptly, without warning.
Even your wit was charming.
My life has not been the same,
I thought that I was the blame for all of the pain.
Now, my strength has been regained,
and my focus, I no longer refrain.
I press daily knowing that I have a peace,
of things I forgot or didn't tell you.
You are gone, yet not forgotten,
and I no longer feel like my emotions are rotten.
My wounds have been blotten.
I hearken to rescue myself every now and then from that of which was to be repeated again.
I forgot to tell you, I apologize and I still love you...
I still see you in my dreams, but yet,
'I still forgot to tell you a lot of things...'
Sallie Marie Tompkins 2008
Copyright 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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I still see you in my dreams, but yet, 'I still forgot to tell you a lot of things.......most eloquently curved art of love, blazing a tribute to a parting friend lodged in heart for all time by remniscence, yet of unique genre, but painfully tearing heart, as we remember the time and space then....well penned,10+++, thank for sharing