Hour 17 “It may be time to write the tears.” Doreen Dd. Spungin

Promise  to never forget, you

where my words are left unsaid.

Your smile contained an explanation point,

hung on by a question mark.

This world should see you for what you are,

not what you became on paper.

Long for you on a summer breeze.

Again hoped for you on statues

of angels and holy figurines

decorating fresh cut lawns.

Dreamed of you on cabbage butterfly wings

and monarchs too.

When things are good, I crave for you.

missed you more when they turn bad.

Keep you like a prayer inside my heart,

remember yesterdays.

If I could meet you

for the first time again,

warn you of your future self.

There were signs we should’ve noticed.

So much loss made you numb,

I wasn’t meant to be your hero.

 

 

 

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