Poetry doesn't have to rhyme It just needs to make sense May it pull on heartstrings Or touch on relevance Just one word Is like a familiar scent For every second past For every minute spent takes you back to what that beautiful Moment meant When it comes to that time Where You cease to exist Those moments are the memories That will forever be missed Life is just a memory That needs a witness So I'll grab my pen I'll write this again For the place I once knew The doors will never open.