This poem comes from my writing journal. It is more a random thought than a poem, but is poetic in nature so I share it here.
The death of a loved one
lingers at my side
like the specter of
memories not to be.
It’s not that I wish
to forget them, but
if I could forget one thing
it would be
the desire for memories
that could have been
should have been
would have been if …
