Remember - Poem by Bill Bright
Where did you go?
What happened to your touch?
The tingles you gave me,
That for me meant so much.
We gave each other our heart,
And removed all defenses,
To combine for a while,
Through an explosion of senses.
From being my ever present rock,
With your comforting embrace,
To leave me in this cold lonely world,
Full of empty space.
I wish many things improved,
But it seems we lost control,
And now I have this burning loss,
Through my heart's gaping hole.
I find myself walking,
Towards destinations unknown,
Just to keep my mind from remembering,
That for now I am alone.
Although there are the others,
Who I brush past through the day,
They never look into my eyes,
And make my worries far away.
I feel renewed and ready for change,
To continue towards my goal,
The one you set me, to never forget,
Of my importance in this world.
I don't know how to stop loving you,
Or how to erase you from my mind,
Or how to forget all our Sunday talks,
Which leaves me constantly resigned.
Memories keep on surfacing,
Of these tiny little occasions,
Such as when you made me gnocchi,
Or your vegetarian persuasions.
But one day I will be able,
To contact you and be relieved,
That you are happy in your wonderland,
Surrounded by the flowers and the bees.
I never have had to feel,
This much sorrow within my core,
Founded on confusion and loss,
That we are together nevermore.
And at the moment the way I deem best,
To work through the anguish that I feel,
Is to keep my mind diverted,
In my best attempt to heal.
And the last time that we spoke,
You said you were working this way too,
And I hope you have kept this going,
With the power to get through.
At some point in the future,
As you stare to a fires ember,
Please ignore the pain it may resurface,
And allow yourself to remember.
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