Memories and a Journal

A rhyme once written, filled with ecstasy and joy. A girl once smitten, with a lovestruck boy. Times spent in love, through the thick of it all. Memories I dream of, but I’m waking from a fall. Pictures of smiles, pictures of passionate kisses, On a dusty phone marked files, lives my hopes and wishes. Movie stubs, and back rubs, Snoring so loud, that I cannot sleep. But now lost in the shroud, I can only weep. Nothing was perfect, we had our ups and our downs. But when I reflect, it’s laughing more than frowns. The past couple years, we haven’t been the same. I’ve contacted my fears, and it’s losing your name. But I’ve lost the way, you’ve lost the time. There’s nothing to say, just another empty rhyme. I can only apologize, and work on who I need to be. I’m working to rise, and become a better me. I can’t ask you to wait, I can’t ask you to forget. It belongs to fate, if I should live with regret. I overthink and overreact, you lose patience and yell. I’m trying to gain what I’ve lacked, but at this point we can’t tell. That’s all we’ve known, these past several years. Yes we’ve grown, but we still live amongst fears. The nights are so devoid, a sound sleep intangible. I’m sorry you’re annoyed, my absent mind trying to be manageable. But I’ll still care for you, a love that lasts eternal. Even if we’re forever through, I’ve got memories and a journal. I’ll talk to you later, maybe in a month or two. I could never hate her, for I’ll forever love you