Chapter Eight: Memory

(i.)

It been a while

Since you left.

I never thought

I'd ever love anyone,

Yet alone as much

As I love you.

　　　　

With everyday that passes,

Your image is nothing

But a distant memory.

I'm afraid I'll lose the

Image of you in my head,

Forever.

　　　　

(ii.)

I try my best not to

Think of you,

But it's not working.

You're on my mind

Every second of the day.

　　　　

You're my first thoughts

In the morning;

And my last at

Night.

　　　　

I remember all the

Things we used to do,

The things we used

To talk about.

　　　　

I guess you never

Realize what you have

Until it's gone.

Because I certainly didn't.

　　　　

(iii.)

My friends came over

One day, and asked me

Why I never hung out

With them anymore.

　　　　

To be honest, I haven't

Spoken much to anyone

After you.

Just a nod or an answer,

But only if required.

　　　　

My parents think

I should see a therapist.

I told them I was sad,

Not crazy.

　　　　

(iv.)

One day, my friend

Asks me out on a date.

I burst into tears

Because I know he's

Only doing it because

He feels sorry for me.

　　　　

He touches my shoulder,

And I tell him everything.

How much it hurts,

And how miserable I am

Without you.

　　　　

He told me:

"You shouldn't worry about the

People from your past.

There's a reason why they didn't

Make it to your future."

　　　　

(v.)

I look out my window

Every night.

And it's a dissapointment,

Day after day, after day.

　　　　

I keep hoping I'd see you with

Your gray hoodie on

And the smile that

I liked.

　　　　

I miss looking deep

Into your eyes,

Having your arms wrapped

Around me,

Our fingers intertwined.

　　　　

But what am I thinking,

Of course you'd never

Be there anymore.

You're nothing but a faint

Memory now.

　　　　

Who was I kidding?

Everyone knows there's

No such thing as

Forever.