We'll Meet Again
I saw you today.
The same eyes. The same smile.
The same lack of hair we used to laugh about.
It was as if nothing had changed.
My mind was flooded by all the things we used to do together,
The fun we used to have.
A tear streaked down my face,
leaving ice cold stains on my cheeks,
And still you smiled.
And yet, I couldn't look away.
Couldn't even move.
And you lay there looking down at me,
Features frozen in memory.
Then I remembered.
------- Author's Notes -------
Meh, basically it's my late grandfather's birthday today. I went to the cemetery yesterday to visit, and yeah.
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Silent Bells (188.8.131.52) -- Thursday, December 7 2006, 04:24 pm|
That was ok. i hate going to cemeteries though! they give me the creeps thking tha you might be standing there with someone six feet below you!
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