Poems II

Those memories we made, we lived, we felt. They’re all just left in my head now. Or in my poetry book. But I will remember them forever. And even though some of them hurt. I will remember all of them, and I want to do that. These are ours till we forget them.

And when the seasons change, will you stand by me? And she did. She stayed. She was always there for me. She listened to me. She made time for me. She was here and is here. And she cared.

Tears fall softly, silently, tracing the path of forgotten joy. I dissect myself, fragment by fragment, lying still, consumed by discontent. Days blur into weeks without a smile, a distant memory of happiness fades into the void. What happened to that happiness, the one I once held onto so tight? It slipped through trembling fingers, lost in the endless night. But then there she was, a teacher glowing like the sun. She brought it back. My sunshine came back, her happiness became my happiness.