Remember me

You, my darling you.

 In a way, you are my poetry material,

you are full of cloudy subtleties and

I am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out.
 

You
Bitter and sweet memories.
That is all I'm taking with me,
so please don't cry.
We both know I'm not what you need.
But
I will always love you.

 

 

 

 

Really, there is a meaning to this poem. For a few days, I'd say, at least a week or two, I have been feeling very, I guess, I am missing so much...