For Z.M.S.

I have to let you go

I have to let you go
it's a process, as you would say
I can't do it all at once
Maybe I'll forget your laugh
then put our little jokes away
I can pack your memory in a box
get the ladder out and
shove it in the attic
behind the christmas tree
But knowing you, the way I do
when I fall asleep
tendrils of your leftover thoughts
and plans will creep
like fog into my brain
I'll dream of you and smile
as my best efforts go to waste
I won't be angry
you could always do
just what you liked with me
And why should that change,
because you died?

Abracadabra
He must have been quite a guy - your words express it so beautifully.

Steve Twydell
Very sad Bonnie, but I love the way you have put all the feelings and memories of a lost love away in their own little way, very well thought and written. Thank you for sharing, Kind regards, Steve.