But you promised…

Never have I wanted so much to die.
A heartbreaking echo from years past
whispered in my memories, of a time
the sea tempted you to wade in until
your troubles were swept away, and
you never came back.

I was trapped.
An inherently selfish act to pass on
the grief, the guilt, the heartache;
you’ll never be convinced we don’t care,
because that’s a lie too far, even for
this deceitful illness.

I always remember promising you
and I hope you never forget. Because
I’d give anything to have that chance to
tell you that there’s still hope. Still love.
Still value. Still a reason to carry on.

Author: Elle

Hi, I'm Elle. I'm based in Auckland, New Zealand. I'm a moderator at Writing.com, the mother of two gifted children, the wife of a Twitch gaming streamer and the Queen of Unfinished Projects. I've been reading since I was 4 years old, writing poems (badly) since 1994, blogging since 2001 and I started studying photography in 2010. This blog will contain poems, short stories, photos, book reviews and my thoughts on a variety of topics. Hope you enjoy it.

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