The Love Of Pain Poem by joshua treece

When i think of her
after she left my life
i think about how much
I miss her

i think about all the
fun times we had together
all the trips we went on

i miss everything about her
her great smile
the sparkle in her eyes
i miss the singing
to me every night.

i miss seeing her after
i get home from work
i miss the nights we
would go get dinner

as i set here thinking
all the things we did
as i set in her funral
i wish she was still here
and not in there.