How Things Used To Be': A Memoir
Twas’ a while ago,
But still leaves me so,
Mourning over the loss,
Of someone in the past.
But now I know,
Forever, must nothing last…
Before that came a day,
As I heard him say,
I will be leaving soon.
But now I know,
I shouldn’t have let him go,
To that certain place.
We should have chosen a different path,
Because now, never again I’ll see his face.
It started on the day he left,
I was not permitted to see,
After the day of surgery,
Which put a sustained chill through me.
Now I know why I couldn’t see.
Forever I’ll hold a memory,
Of how things used to be.
Now he’s gone,
From a bad infection,
That was pointed in the wrong direction.
Now I’m left with only memories,
Of how things used to be…