Kentuckygirl68's blog: "My Poetry"

When April comes
When I'm alone
He's not here
His voice how soft
Like his touch
The warmth of his lips
He never existed
Fragments to emptiness
This trail leads no where
Roses that never existed
crumble into the void of dreams
Everything he said I believed
It was however playful talk
Laughs shared
Dreams imaginable
Hopes bonding us
All these laughs dreams and hopes
Just memories I try to forget, Memories that never were 
I lead myself on to believe
these beliefs that never will exist
And when April comes
Inside myself I'm still trapped
Inside walls I've built
Isolation from others
Though my fist beat away
The walls don't come down
I walk this trail that leads no where
Holding roses that only crumble
Like our hopes and dreams and all he never said
And I'm still alone
And he's not here

Poem by Tammy C.