I remember. The way your brown eyes used to glow like bronze in sunlight. I remember. How you used to listen to music with the bass all the way up---no matter what. I remember. Even if you don't. I remember. How she could always make you laugh, even if you were trying not to. I remember. How she always had that jar of brownies, the jar that was always empty when we left. I remember. Even if you don't want to. I remember. The day the beeping slowed and stopped. I remember. The day you cried over her lifeless hand. I remember. Even though I know you do.
SAD POEM WARNING I had an idea for this last night; here is the finished poem <3 It's a story about person who loses themselves after someone they love dies, and the person who watches it all happen. Thoughts?
