I wonder at times,
when I’ll stop mourning,
if I will stop it at all;
I wonder at times,
if I stay in your memories,
if that is my downfall.
I know I must let go,
I’ve told myself for long,
to do it, stay strong;
but it is so hard,
to forget few things like
the lyrics of our song.
but you’re a part of me,
for that I am thankful,
for you made me, me;
wherever you are now,
I’ll always find you near,
making me breathe free.
Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 30, Loss).
(’12, Oct 30)
Vinay Leo R.
Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.
Sometimes it’s confusing whether to let go or to hold on 🙂
Maybe, but its hard rather than confusing I think. Thanks, GS.
I cant express how it relates to me…
Hmm. That’s okay. Thanks, Punit.
What are you mourning for? It seems quite sad but thanks for sharing!
Mourning for one who was close to me, Clarice. Thanks.