Still
It has been six years
Six long revolutions around the sun
And she still haunts me.
The memory is gray, like an October New York City day.
Forgotten is the reason why it stopped
Hazy is the memory of how it began
Lost forever is the magic of it all
And she still haunts me.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
