Literature
The Third
I thought of you again last night
For what seemed the millionth time
And I cried...
I cried for a long time;
At times in quiet streams,
And sometimes in hard sobs
I cried for the life you could have had,
For the brokenhearted people you left behind,
For the fact that I lost you just as I had found you
Later, I reminisced and smiled,
Even though the tears still fell,
At the fun times we had together,
At the conversations so full of silliness,
At your inexplicable personality,
A personality that was once so full of vibrant pink energy and bubbliness
Now that energy is fading...
What was once a bright beacon,
Calling out to lost