“You were everything to me,
but our love couldn’t overcome death.
And all I have left of us is the memories.”
In the silence of the night, I remember us. The way we could lay together in silence without the need to speak. It was as if we could read each others’ minds. And no matter where we were, we still felt each other. That’s how I knew you would always have a place — not just in my heart — but in my soul. You were everything to me, and not even our love could overcome death. For now, all I have left of us is the memories.
© Sarah Doughty
And that will
have to be enough.
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Oh, Sarah! This is one of your best and most romantic poems!!! Please make this a candidate for your “Best of Sarah” list!! Bellissimo My Dear, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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this was absolutely beautiful and i hope it’s was as cathartic for you to write as it was to read 🖤
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Loss is always a painful aspect of life; yet with how beautifully we come to describe it, I have to say it’s almost as if we crave it.
Keep writing my friend.
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Death is forever. Heatbreaking
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