Remember

Those precious memories,

stolen away while you sleep.

The Hand of Time keeps moving forward

to count all the wasted days

that we could’ve had together.

But now, all is lost,

even you

and it is killing me.

Oh dear Time,

bring back the smiling past.

Oh dear Time,

count the days backwards.

And then maybe, just maybe...

That last precious moment,

faded so quickly.

Our fingers intertwine

as Fate and Time begin to conspire,

to tear us apart.

And now you lie lost

and in the dark.

But if you remember as you dream,

even if a fragment of what was

then maybe, just maybe...

Author's Note

Constructive criticism welcomed :D

Reviews

[Speak in Silence]

I am seriously in love with this! This is an amazing work of art. I would have to say that this is one of the best poems I've read in quite a while. I can feel the emotion you put into this. It's absolutly amazing. Can I ask you a question though, what brought this idea to your head?

[Jamie Cook]

Hopefully compliments are welcomed too cause I this poem was great :D plus relatable i've always wanted to go back and change time :l but yeah i love that last few sentences, they were beautiful and tied things up nicely ^-^ great work!!!