Author's Note: In this post, I wrote about a question that has coursed through my mind for a long time now. What happened? We have all asked ourselves this at one time or another so I tried to make this relatable. For the poem's structure, I mainly tried to use repetition for effect. I also used similar, yet not exact, stanza structure.
What happened
To the good times we shared
To the laughing and the crying
To the memories and dreams?
What happened
To the breeze across our face
To the grass caressing our skin
To the sun burning our nose?
What happened
To the games that we played
To the talks that we had
To the jokes that we made?
What happened
To the love that we shared
To the happiness we had
To the feelings which we showed?
What happened
To Life as we know it
To the Truth in our lives
To the thing known as Us?
What happened?
