So tell me love
did your fingers blister
when you snuffed out
our flame
was there remorse
the day after next
of when you realized
your side of the bed
was cold and empty
I often wonder
play that day back
Stuck on repeat
with those words
I wanted to say
with the words I needed to say
with the words I’ll never get to say
This poem is heavy with remorse. Well done!
This is so powerful! You can feel all the motion seeping from every single word. One of my favorites so far!