Nostalgic

Mon, 08/03/2015 - 22:00 -- dgatsby

Do you remember how we used to play?

Or what about the good times we once shared

But you're gone now and everything is grey

I remember how much you used to care

You never let me down, or left my side

You were part of me as I was to you

I could not believe when you passed, I cried

In some way I feel an ongoing flu

Yet somehow I still feel you with in my heart

I imagine your face and start to smile

And never will we ever be apart

Your memory lasts longer than the Nile

The feeling I have is purely classic

It comes around when I feel nostalgic

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: 

Comments

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 CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741