Memories

Please forgive me,
for having even the slightest memory
from the times way back when
when you used to love me.

When you used to love me,
like there was no other woman for you.
When you took pride in what we had,
and we always made due.

I remember the times
when you said I was your life,
and more so I remember the times
you called me your wife.

I remember when I once
put a smile on your face.
I remember when you used to like to be with me
and I remember when no one could take my place.

There was once upon a time
when I was your world.
And there was another time,
when you were glad I was your girl.

I remember holding hands
walking down the city street.
I remember the appeasement I felt
whenever our eyes happened to meet.

I often think about the time
when we had our first kiss.
I remember when I made you happy.
Those are the days I miss.

I keep in mind that at some point
I was all that you ever wanted.
And with these memories
my mind is constantly haunted

with the buts, ands,
maybes and what ifs.
Te possibility of losing you
and the reasons for coming to this.

I pity myself
because I was once stronger.
But I've opened up, and broken down
and all that lasts are memories, somber.