It’s only me,
sitting here thinking of the times we had
the sorrow and the joy
trials and tribulations that we had
when you were still
somewhere I could find
somewhere I could see
someone I could know
It’s only me,
sitting here wishing I could try again
be a better me
a me that wouldn’t need to try again
Maybe one day the memory of you
won’t feel so fresh
won’t make me feel like
it’s only me left here.
Spun Stardust 
Reblogged this on Just A Thought and commented:
I have posted a new poem today.