Greg Budig 2020
Always thought you
would be here forever.
Even though we both
knew you didn't
have that much time.
I just had to keep
myself in denial.
You just had to keep
it to yourself.
I find it hard to
believe sometimes.
Like this is just some
temporary thing.
That I will wake up to
find you made coffee,
still at the computer
playing solitaire
in the dark.
So many things I
want to remember.
So many memories I
will never forget.
We weren't always
somebody's
mom and dad,
there were times it
was just me and you.
We were together
for almost thirty years.
Seems like we knew
each other forever.
I struggle now as I
think of this.
We were cheated.
I feel angry,
that is all.
I never wrote you
a love poem. If
I did, it must have
been a long time ago.
Sometimes our feelings
were never really said
out loud. Seemed
like we always knew.
So think of this as a
love poem. Even though
it's now to late to share.
Think of this as a way
of saying, I wish I could
still see you playing
solitaire in the dark.
Good night my love.
Sleep well.
The End
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