How are you still alive and breathingWhen you haunt me as I’m dreaming?No contact since our indefinite separation,I expected to hear news on occasion.Now I wonder if we existed at all. Should I feel distressed or relievedThat we’ve become nothing more than a memory?Only digital records kept in social media posts,Red-eyed photos and half-forgotten jokes,Serve … Continue reading Now That We’re Dead
Tag: poem about memories
I still think of you when I hear that song. But today, instead of the familiar stab of pain, I smiled, then laughed, then sang along.