The Times I Still Remember

This poem is about someone reminiscing of the past. I think everyone has something that makes them think of the past, be it whether it is a good memory or a bad memory.

Anyway, hope you enjoy it! =]

[Note: Look out for a National Day poem coming soon!]

The Times I Still Remember

Watching the leaves fall fast
Onto the banks as wet as my face
I remember those times we used to sit by that tree
Talking
Talking
about things now forgotten

How lovely
How sweet
How bliss was the ignorance

The thought that everything would be fine
When it was clear that it wouldn't

So now
I'm here
Watching the leaves fall fast onto the banks
Still as wet as my face

I sit
By the same tree
Not talking
Never talking

Just reliving
The times I still remember