Poetry

And I still wondered if he remembered

A raven flew over me

And then it followed me into the garage

I stared it in the eye

And asked him if he remembered

He shook his head

But yet he remained

He was not to be trifled with

Nor ignored

I shrugged, however

I had other battles to win

I sang him a lullaby

And danced to the beat

We became friends over time

And my shoulder was his to cry on

He kept me company

While I went back in time

I valued our friendship

But others tried to keep us apart

One day he went away

And I still wondered if he remembered

Categories: Poetry, Psychology, weird

Tagged as: , , , ,

8 replies »

I welcome your thoughts

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s