The Memory Of Me, Is What Will Stay

The Memory Of Me, Is What Will Stay

I’ve watched you sleep,

I’ve seen you grow,

Every night I'm next to you,

Laying by your pillow.

I long to touch your soft hair,

But I know you will not know that I'm there,

What I would give for your sweet kiss,

Or for all those moments I will forever miss.

Some days I see you remember,

Those thoughts of me,

One day you will move on,

As you should,

Which you will see.

I am in no pain,

I suffer not,

When you move on,

My memory will not be forgot,

So remember this,

Next time he’s here,

Take the hint,

Of the offer for drink.

Then when you go out,

I will fade,

But the memory of me,

Is what will stay.

For Sam Milletti

By Michael Sweeney

This Poem is something I wrote for Sam Milletti and the reason why I wrote it was because I was thinking about if I died before I was old and if I stayed behind to keep Sam company as a ghost watching over him until he found someone else which is when my ghost would disappear but the memories of me would stay.