Lost Love

I remember those times

When we both were so blithe.

And I won't let them fade

Or be taken away.



You always said it was for my best,

Not to bring back the memories of dread.

Better instead for me to let them rest,

And be filled with happier ones instead.



Why be prone to tears, you asked,

And chased by needless fears we masked?

While I fretted over what we could not change,

You reassured me the Heavens would rearrange.



And now standing here, seeing your grave with my eyes,

I put a white flower above your resting place,

While I keep telling myself to be strong and not cry,


Holding on to the memories that help me survive..