Moving over your soft embrace,
Takes over my memories.
They flee and make a trail of their own.
I can’t catch them; although they’re
on a leash - lonely.
But you went above and beyond,
Started a life from the bottom.
I can’t help but to keep wondering;
If I have said “Yes” instead of “No”,
will I still hold your hand?
Times changes; you seem different
but when you look at me it still feels just
the same. Like how it was in 2007,
the memories still glisten.
Their trails cry for a start over.
And then you always wondered why.....
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PoetryThe new year may be here. But there are still things that can bring us to the past. A song, a favorite saying from a love one - anything. It doesn't matter what we do to make it great. There are still pieces that are needed to be attached. And in o...
