The World That Died

By Jacob Thomas

Spring is here and the lilacs in your garden are in bloom again,

The colours remind me of the galaxies you held in your eyes.

The same eyes that promised me the world.

I wish I could enjoy the beauty with you but you left the day after Christmas.

The snow from that winter season is starting to thaw.

I'm scared it could take your memory away with it.

It's summer now. The flowers in your garden seem to be plagued by your absence.

They couldn't bear to live without you. Maybe I’m the same.

Your memories haunt me everyday but I push through because I know that's what you would

have wanted.

I miss you so much it hurts, and it’s like nobody else remembers you.

I can still see you. But it's different now.

Your face seems to have lost all colour.

The snow is receding, only surviving in the shaded areas.

It's finally autumn. It feels as though the trees are crying for you.

I am too. Everyday feels like a struggle without you, but I think I’m getting better.

Maybe I don't have to get over you but get through the reminders you left with me.

The lingering cold is the only reminder that the snow still exists.

I barely remember your face anymore. All I have left are the eyes that used to comfort me.

I wish I could hear your voice or feel your touch again.

The garden seems to be missing you the most.

The flowers are wilting and I don't know how to cheer them up.

I’m scared I may have killed another part of you.

Winter’s here again. It's been almost a year.

I'm scared for the first fall. The thought of the new snow erasing you.

The thought that maybe I would forget you.

That I could lose what I once considered my everything.

I don't know how long I can hold onto your memory anymore.

The garden seems as though it never existed now.

The plants all perished under my care. Maybe I was the problem after all.

I'm sorry. I miss you.

If there's any way you can hear this, please come back.

I can't do this without you.

I feel you everywhere I go, a strong presence right behind me.

I’m glad you’re watching over me. I just wish it didn't have to be a memory of you.

You lost your tomorrow that day, but you seem to be living eternally within me.

The snow never seemed to melt, It intermixed with the newer frost.

A colder set of memories that I’m glad I will never forget.

It's been a few years, hasn't it?

It's finally autumn again and the trees are still crying for you.

I don't remember your face anymore but I know you’re still here.

I tried so hard, but I just can't seem to remember who you were.

It aches knowing I managed to forget what I once considered my world.

You never had to leave. I was the one that pushed you to do it, wasn't I?

I realize that now. We never should have fought that day.

I never should have said those words.

The garden seems to be flourishing now. New plants seem to have taken root over the ones I

killed.

Does that mean you forgive me? Should I finally let you go?

I don't think I could ever let go of the memories we shared,

But maybe it's time to make some new ones.

By Jacob Thomas