and never will
I remember trying really hard
then grew and moved away
still trying really hard
years later
when we talked again
and when you were so ill
and died so horribly
I thought then that if I tried
really, really hard
I’d remember a time
but now I know for sure
no matter how hard I try
I won’t remember a time when I loved you
because I never did
more poems
playing happily
you didn't deserve it
the card
little red magnets
cursing softly
that's not living
that's despair
barely touching
the faintest of whispers
so much
all my reasons
that's why she's here
who did that to you
already dead