I HAVE CARRIED YOU
Since you left, I’ve been pouring out two cups of wine like you are still here. One cup for me, the other ought to be for you, but I end having up both cups while I am occupied with the thoughts of you. I’ve carried you for the most part of my life, The guilt of you, the idea of you, part of the reality I lived with you. Oh, I’ve carried you. Some days I am over you, Some days, I am not I used to be so mad, but I just very hurt. I am accepting what is left of us. If ever there was a us. I’ve paused my dreams way too often for you, killed my emotions when I so wanted to be loud. I’ve written about you, sang to song that reminds me of you. But I still don’t run out of what to do with your memories. I’ve sworn and made promises to myself That I won’t think of you anymore That I wouldn’t remember anything we had before. That I wouldn’t make excuses for your absence. But I can’t. Every time I love some...
