Dear

Goodness dear
I remember when you held my hand
So tight; I thought my hand was bonded with yours
Forever

I remember when your laughter
Was so seldom heard; I thought you'd never
Loved

I remember those beautiful
Love stories; I thought they were masterpieces
Of our new love

But now our hands, the laughter, our writings
They're all fading
Drowned out by the infamous feeling
That resembles love, yet it's just not