Whispered Memories

My days with you are long gone. You are merely a tragic memory of what we used to be. I’m now used to the days that you are no longer here. But I do admit; there are days I feel like you are here —haunting me with memories of what once was a happy fairytale; an echo of our loud laughter; your warmth beside me as you whispered, “I love you.”

In response to: Whisper


I was never fully alone,
In the midst of darkness,
Nor in the light,
As I go to school,
Or even at the mall,
You were always with me,
A ghost,
A memory,
Someone that should be forgotten.