Not better

My last poem in the notebook, well, for now anyways.

I say I'm getting better, but I'm really getting worse

Every bitter reminder is just a sickening curse

See something, smell something, hear a certain song

Then you're hit with what all is gone

Forever I will long

Author's Note

The last work in my notebook. If anything is good enough I would like to publish it just to end a tragic story with a good ending. "How was your summer?" "Well I lost everything, ran away from home jumping from state park to state park, then published a book". Just rambling oh well.