I remember.

I remember waking up to the sound of trains one early morning in Maine.

I remember driving my first time without realizing I was in the imaginary middle lane.

 

I remember waking up at the break of dawn.

I remember that day when my dog was taken and gone.

I remember my first time in first grade.

I remember that feeling of the warm silver blade.

I remember my first bike.

I remember why my dad named me Mike.

The best part about her is that it doesn't matter what I remember because I remember always wishing she was there.

Now she is.

My memories start now.

Reviews

[Taylor Ann]

I loved it. Short and sweet, yet too the point, and those are my favorite kind of poems. This girl your writing about must be very lucky!
Great work.