Promise Me A Place In Your House Of Memories

March 19, 2018

Nobody wants a love poem,

Nobody wants to read a love poem, 

 

But I’ll still say

That some days

I'll find things burrowed in my heart,

Memories,

Memories of you and me

 

Memories of you and me

And our talks,

And occasionally,

I’ll remember what we said

To one another

 

Memories like

When we went out to dinner

At expensive restaurants

 

Memories from school,

Pinky promises

And blood oaths

 

But it’s funny,

Because after all the times I’ve gone down those foggy paths,

I can’t find parts where you said you loved me back,

And I can’t find the memories of when we left

A gentle love to die 






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