Walking into the bedroom
I happen to notice your picture hanging on the wall.
Always before,
when I would walk into this room
My eyes would instantly find your picture.1
With it,
I would remember each meticulous detail of your face.
The touch of your hands,
The feel of your gentle lips upon mine.
However, it seems that as time goes on2
Life seems to intrude upon my memories of us.
Replacing what we are once so wonderfully shared
With what I have now. 3
Is this the way of things?
Will I soon forget your sweet face?
Your gentle touch,
Your loving embrace.4
Will I think of those times we happily spent together less?
Will missing you then be easier as time goes on?
Will I miss our long walks together less?
Our enjoyable chess games… less,
Our passion… less? 5
Is this life’s way of helping the one who survives
Get past the hurt
And pain Of a loved ones passing?
However, I worry that with each passing day
The memory of times we shared before
Will become dimmer
Until finally,
All I have
Is a picture on a wall.
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Stunning
Firstly I have to say that I adore your background and border it added to the over all affect of the poem.
This was beautifully written. Executed wonderfully. I felt the sadness in this poem. I can very well connect with the picture on the wall. As I had once a picture of my ex partner on the wall and In frames and when we left each other it was the last thing I had to remind me of the times we had..good and bad.
But sometimes I think is best to take that picture down and move on. That is if it is not of a family member or partner, children etc.Because while it is important not to forget them. It will only cause numbness keeping the pic there. Then again it depends on the person and the circumstance.
Lovely.
I adored it.
Blair
Thanks for sharing this.
Keep writing.
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This was a wonderful write remembering someone who passed on. It is a fact that time does heel the pain with a passing, but you never forget the beautiful times you sepnt together if that person is someone you loved. You wrote this with a feeling that you feared losing them again and that scared you. I thought the whole piece was just fantastic and read so well. Great going, Trekkergirl.
beginning: 5, language: 5, plot: 5, ending: 5, dialog: 5, characters: 5.
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thanks. I do fear losing memories of a loved one who has passed. I was 17 years old when my father passed away. Sometimes I think I forget things about him and that does scare me because I don't want to. He was this special person who loved me even though I wasn't his child. He raised me thinking me worthy of his love and protection. And then I go about forgetting him. That hurts me. I don't want to ever forget him.
Hugs to you condor.
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