Until the days come
I know one day,i won't be able to.
write poetry anymore,
when. I'm not too sure.
My thoughts will,
Stop swirling around.
As my mind drifts,
Somewhere in between.
I'm okay with that,
Because I have to be.
Even though I may not remember,
there will always be a you and me.
Our wedding vows were,
Until death do we part.
I'm not having any of that,
You're always in my heart.
I'll love you past our ends,
As i've loved you from the start.
I'm sure that if I lose my mind,
I'll do it over you.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Written on 2026-09-09 at 00:39
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