Tears In My Diary

• Sophie Walsh, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2018

I remember her,

The memory as vivid,
as fresh as the roses in her garden that day

She echoes in my memory

Dancing through the dark halls of conscience

She will always be there

The stars at night will remind me of those gorgeous eyes

And yet the tears in my diary may mean she is gone

But my music that she started in my heart will play on,
forever