All of the Memories

 

Just a random poem

All the memories, the good and the bad
To see them wither, makes me quiet sad.

She came into my life, and filled it with glee
But she's gone now, it makes me sad you see.
...
As She walks out the door without a goodbye.
I have this overwhelming feeling, that I may just cry.

I know it's the best for her, even if it's hard for me to see,
I have to let go, because I now understand it's not all about me.