The memories we shared are starting to feel unreal,
I’m almost convinced that they were all just a dream
Did he really smiled and bothered looking my way,
Carried my bag, walked me home and talked all day?
My eyes wont permit me to shed him a tear,
But my heart’s in agony trying to keep still,
Is this how our tale will be remembered
In happily never after, the story ended
Now tell me what else is there to write about,
When I’ve lost the only person I couldn’t live without
My source of inspiration vanished in thin air,
Leaving this page tragic and beyond despair.
(C) Joan Miranda