“Write hard and clear about what hurts.”
-Ernest Hemingway

I Remember

I remember looking into your eyes

And seeing all my tomorrows

All my vacations

All of my ambitions

Yes, I remember

The image of your eyes glistening

But now in my head all i see in those eyes

Are memories- awful memories.

And I see a tear falling

All our failures inside it

The tear gently falling down your cheek

Like my hands used to

Then it free falls from your chin

Down to the cold floor and I swear

I could hear the echo still

It reminds me of the well I fell into

After you and I parted ways

So hollow with a labyrinth of terrible choices

What hope someone can bring you

Isn’t it funny that we always

blame the other when a coin holds two sides?

My favorite memory:

You and I smashing my guitar in my living room

My worst memory:

You and I smashing our emotions in my living room


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