Nothing But An Heirloom

I forgot to say something, so I will say it now.

I forgot to say,

That you were the best of me.

While I was locking doors,

You were finding keys.

While I was shutting you out,

You were clawing at the door,

And though I had no doubt,

I was still unsure.

I didn't know how to trust,

Or love,

Or hope anymore.

It was like everything I did,

Every song that I sung,

Deserved no "encore!"

I stuck my head between my knees,

Asking with a whimpered "please,"

For anyone to put my heart at ease,

But you were there,

You had the keys.

My lock doors,

Inevitably,

Yours,

But I never let you through,

For all that I knew,

You could've hurt me like many others,

But what I didn't know,

Was that we had each other.

I forgot to say,

That I think of you every day,

And I'm sorry it turned out this way.

I miss you,

Though I wish you could come home,

The images that I drew,

Of you in the corner of my bedroom,

Were nothing but drawings,

Nothing but an heirloom.

Author's Note

Not my best work but at least it'll get some things off of my mind (:

Reviews

[Haley]

i really love the way you portrayed the feeling of loss in this piece, nicely done.

[CM-Stars]

I find your poetry a joy to read. The way it just cascades downward, the rhythm of it, is a delight to my ears and eyes.

This poem is quite relatable lately for me as well. Good write as always.