IN LOVING MEMORY OF CLARE GREENSWOOD.
to my first love, clare
it has been months since i mourn you, but my grievance seems to be mere childs play if you see the way people love you out in the public
i walked back to the house where you grew up to visit your siblings and your mother, only to find them growing and changing, they seem to have gotten over you.
is it just me that's keeping you as close as i can?
when i walked, i saw your face. your young look,
and that precious smile i'll never see again.
on the headers it said "in loving memory of Clare Greenswood." i felt.. numb. that's my name after yours.
people don't know that her husband is staring longingly at the last image you were in before you passed away.
i remember the day we met, the times we spent together, our vows, every hardship we went through, i remember it all.
seeing you again is like a reminder that you're never coming back. sometimes, sometimes i wish i never met you, i wish that we never saw each other. but oh, the happiness i felt when you were with me.
come back to me, just so i can see you once more.
is it such a favor for a lonely man to ask?