poetry

Memories Past; a poem.

Memories Past lead to cries and mourning sighs because old love always last.

Fading smiles as the moments we fear draw near and I beg you to stay awhile.

You sat in a hospital bed whispering words of wisdom waiting for your time to come and hoping everything would have been said.

Memories past we sat in funeral chairs cradling a pain we all share because old love always last.

 

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