Today I should be remembering the soldiers, and the people who faught for our country; am I ever so selfish to be thinking of "you" today instead? At 11:11am/pm, just as everyday passes this time, I wish; I wish for you, I wish for us, I wish for myself. I wish you were still here with me.
See I want to remember the good times we had, but all the lingers in my mind is what are you doing? Do you think of me, what happend to all the things I made you/or you had in your room? Did the garbage consume them, a well lit flame or a drawer with an endless mouth? It is a gut renching pain I wish upon no one to feel.
A friend of mine told me that a few years past her boyfriend sadly died in a car accident, she was laughing about it, its been two years... tomorrow it will be 4 months since you left me. Difference is you chose to leave me, her's didnt. She had closure, I never will...and so we'll never really understand each others pain... The thought of you still lingers in my mind, just as the poppys do in the fields. People remember this day, as I remember all my days with you. All I wish for is to be someones memory. To be thought of, to be worried about, to be cared about, the longing to be someones loved one. But every year on this day we remember them, not us, not yourselves, but "them". And a tiny part of my will always think of you today...
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