p.s. I'm not the best poet but I think I have some poet potential.
p.p.s This poem is also fiction and I don't remember what gave me the inspiration. ( It also doesn't have a title, oops.)
Remember
that day,
We
were eleven,
Small,
young and in love,
We
promised we would be,
Together,
Together
in center, and in love.
But
you left at the age of
Fourteen,
Left
me alone, alone to be.
I
slept with that sweater
You
gave me that last
September.
For
years after you left I slept with
That
sweater,
That
green faded sweater,
The
one you gave me,
For
my birthday,
Do
you remember? You do remember.
That
November you left,
You
left to that place,
That
place far away,
Never
to see your face,
You
went into the ground.
Buried
deeply with no sound,
Buried
with love, my love,
So
deep in the ground.
For
I’m in love still with you,
My
love, for I promised you.
That
we would be in love,
Together,
Together,
In
center, and for forever.
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