Emily Welch
1 min readOct 21, 2019

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I remember how you were;

I recall your smiling eyes,

How your voice would carry

on one of my bad nights…

And I try not to cry.

Now when I look at you

I see your hazy gaze.

I ask if you recall

all the better days

and you say

I don’t remember this

I wish I could agree

that those days were better when you

could ride around with me.

Those days are over now,

I still love you more,

I just can’t walk beside you

like I could before.

I lost my mom back then,

you’re just a shell of her.

The woman I remember

could speak without slurring her words.

I miss how you were.

When we would laugh together

and when I made you cry,

but we would move on together,

not having to apologize,

I could see it in your eyes.

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Emily Welch

Copywriter specializing in mental health, lifestyle blogging, and women empowerment, with a special interest in crime writing.