I’m Grateful for My Memories
They’re mine to treasure at will

I remember you around this time every year,
Reminiscing and rifling through my beautiful memories of those days,
Reliving the love, the happiness, the precious moments,
The feelings welcomed, as strong as ever, continue to amaze.
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You’ll soon be a year older,
And I wonder what we’d have done with these years if they were still ours,
Two decades, stolen by inevitability,
But I’m still thankful for the time you gave me — those fabulous years, days and hours.
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The world has consistently revolved upside down,
Hidden from me in those missing opportunities,
Wasted, never to be repeated,
Stifled by the resulting impunities.
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You’ll live forever in my memories,
And I’ll unpack them at this time each year,
I’ll remember them with joy, gratitude and wistfulness,
And even shed a single tear.
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That glorious day you crowned me as yours,
With a ring that bound us for a lifetime,
The happiest day of my entire existence,
A memento forever frozen in time.
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You live on within my dreams,
Surrounded by the debris of others not worthy,
You shine under the optical spotlight,
Where I visit a time or two to gift you mercy.
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You taught my heart so many valuable lessons,
And though you irreparably broke it in the end,
You showed me the real meaning of love,
When once you were my best friend.
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I can now send you forgiveness,
Enough time has finally past,
But I’ll hold onto our memories — if that’s okay,
Because it was when I was happy last.

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About the Creator
Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.



Comments (4)
Best friends break up somehow hurts more than a romantic breakup. I'm sorry you had to go through this my friend 🥺
I still treasure those memories, too, though it causes my heart to continue to break.
💔 🙏 🤍 A beautiful poem, I’m so sorry for the pain behind it 🥺
Great work! I hope your happy again soon!