looking back at the past

Before you past

I remember so little

I thought you were fit as a fiddle

I can't remember your smile

i haven't seen it in a wile

If only I could hear your voice

Oh! How I would rejoice

Now I sit here years latter Shedding tear after tear

And my only fear Is to forget you

And our memory's how few


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741