I used to think about you everyday. now; I think no more. my heart once ached and longed to feel yours, but it's now ceased. the tears I once shed, are shed instead; and those who never took the time to miss me, will have a forever to feed off of memories and broken/misguided dreams. it is there that I'll be, haunting, stalking, and reminding you of how you should have cared. and rebuke and scorn the superfluous and silent prayers. I'll watch you, and listen to your mournful pleas of forgiveness. but alas! the birds will sing, trees, stretching their arms to console you; the sky will be grey and uninviting. Nature's will go on as planned, though you'll never really know if I accept
A/WAKE
A Poem by Amanda Mack-Thomas