I held my breath and opened my eyes to look into the mirror.
I was scared, it was the first time doing this since you left.
I didn't look right, I didn't look like any kind of winner.
It was look the light from my eyes and soul had also left.
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Beautiful poem. Sad at times but has some good memories.
I used to love it when I was you baby to tickle and coo. God took you, and..atleast for me, closed that door......your? baby/ at least, not atleast? i liked left/left and pieces/pieces and i liked the rhyming. i liked the story and your telling of it. it sounds like you are/were about to kill yourself, or are/were at least depressed. if this is a true story, i hope things are looking brighter in your life now. either way, i score it a good. thanks for sharing.