Do you ever think of me,
Am I worthy of a passing thought?
A stray memory that brings me in,
Late at night when you thank God,
For the life that you now lead,
Do you ever see my shadow?
On the fringes of your mind,
Maybe just trying to let go?
Is my picture a pretty one,
Is there even a name to my face,
Or am I a picure of desperation,
Friday, July 13, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: heartbreak,love,sadness