We will bury or desires
Deep in the graveyard
Where surely they belong
And when the flowers grow
Broken and wilted
We will remember
What we wanted to be
But never were
And someday
When the dead flowers
Grow no more
I will be able
To move on
With a life
That never was
Wounded Memories 
I know for a fact I felt this way on the day it was posted. I still do. Your poetry is beautiful , thank you for sharing it with all of us that follow your blog.
Thank you. I’m glad you like it, though a bit sad you relate.
Yes but I would do anything to change it , to have a chance to grow something beautiful with him. Thank you for you’re wonderful blog, you are very talented.