Those Left Behind


United States

I reach for her, she is not there

I speak, she can not hear

I cry until I can no more

She does not shed a tear


I want so much to see her now

To see her bright green eyes

I long to see her painted lips

But every person dies


I think of her from time to time

Whenever rain does fall

I think of one that I once knew

Of one I can't recall


This poem is about: 
My family


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741