What Could Be...

I wrote this poem about a year ago about the past, present, and future.

Some days I wonder
What could be
And jump into my memory

I ponder on future
So foreign, so dark
So pure

He's beside me
All the time
And he never leaves me

I look on to
The day we die
And cry, and cry, and cry

I think of my love
Being gone
and how sad I would be

And then I stop
And then I see
I have to leave my memory