Today, I cleaned my room
First time in forever
And went through my stuff
Found my old photographs
Both you and me together
We smiled and laughed a lot
Your sweatshirt was still here
I lifted it up in my hands
Rubbed my thumb against the cloth
Trying to remember the feeling
And then clutched it against my chest
Trying to recall the scent of you
It brings tears to my eyes
A soft laugh escaped my lips
As I thought about you
Your gentle smile, your soft voice
And your warm touch when you hold me
Looking back to our time we had shared
I never missed you more than ever
You promised me forever so long ago
Sometimes I wished you still kept it now
As much as I love you, I want you here
If you ever come back, don’t leave
I want you to stay.
And when you do…
Forever, like you promised.
About the Creator
Isabella Renteria
"Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks." - Plutarch
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