Poetry

I, like many of my peers, had a poetry phase in high school. I figure this lets me start off slow. :P

Keep in mind, I wrote this almost 7 years ago.

I look back, to doors closed behind me
I look forward, to the end of the hall
I look around, see no one beside me

I remember the sound of your crying
I remember the taste of your kiss,
I remember, my loss at your passing

I saw your smile, that day of first meeting
I heard your sobs, the night of last leaving
I felt your kiss, your arms tight around me

The world will go on, without you within it
The sun will not stop, nor tarry nor stay
But my heart is broken, the pieces around me
And as for my soul, you took it away.