Sara Smith


The color of mourning.
The color of how I feel.
Black and Blue
My heart.
Torn and shattered
Just like my world.
So many questions
Of which I can not ask.
So many feelings
Of which I can not feel.
There are so many unfinished journeys.
So many unsaid words.
They are left to be spoken
But will never have their chance.

If only we had one more day
If only we had one more minute
Just one more of everything.
One laugh
One kiss
One joke
One smile
If we could only have one more embrace before you left.

But no
Thats not how it works
We can't do that
We can only reflect on what we had
Our memories
Those have to replace the lasts:
Things we never knew to be our lasts
But thats in the past
And so are you.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 11, 2009

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  • Brooke Lynn Moore (1/11/2009 2:03:00 PM)

    I actually really like this poem. It shows a lot of raw emotion but leaves the ending up to the reader which can be a very hard thing to do with this style of writing.

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