Write The Occasional Poem (Chapter Thirteen)

Memories best told,
Are the ones we treasure as if gold,
When unresolved we treat our past thoughts with a glaze of perfection.

Occasionally I get lost and you give me direction. The hopes of the future I built in my imperfect mind.
A future where we both laugh together every second no conflict or fuss.

Total happiness with us was a must,
In my imperfect mind. A place where my darkest thoughts dwell.
The deep abyss which inks our bad times like a quill.
In retrospect you weren't perfect - just the best thing in my imperfect mind.