What Used To Be

There is a soda can ,rolling in the wind

I remember you by the lake with me

A sunset surrounded by thundering clouds

I remember you and I holding close in our broken down car

A painting hanging, a weeping willow of beauty

I see only us dancing as we used to

I wake at night from a bad dream

where are the we that used to comfort

We have moved on, I have moved out

no double sink needed, even in the morning ,I am reminded

At a concert the crowd screaming approval

I think only, are you mixed in somewhere

On a cold morning I breath on the window

I see your name in my heat of mist

All things remind me that You and I 

are now just a used to be

Remembering all the things that remind me of you

have taught me who the I is that I am

So I thank you for the lessons taught

and for the memories whether good or bad

I am the me that made up the we

of who we are now and what used to be

Reviews

[Hatchling]

Great write

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"the used to be" is so sad...the memories...and i like how they were sparked by a rolling soda can in the wind.

[Holly Mason]

a cotton candy sticky smell a date from youth....*)*)*)
thank you fine sir...

[A. H. Pinley]

Instead of holding use pulling. Nice work Holly!

[Holly Mason]

thank you fine sir truly

[Jack...]

Holly, if only you knew how appropriate this poem is to me this morning. "What used to be?" How desperately sad.

[Holly Mason]

unwrapping a silent gift...with no name tag...while wearing my favorite color-yellow*) thank you fine sir