Old times..

I remember a time
when I had felt love;
when my little heart
missed a beat or two,
when it thought of you;
when I eagerly waited
to listen to your voice
it was my only choice;
when I eagerly waited
to walk by your side
in pristine moonlight.

Only in your company,
I could dare to be me,
I could say I was free;
yet now, you are free,
and I am still trapped,
by our old memories,
wishing each moment,
you were still here,
and still wishing
“I” had become “we”.


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 25, Love).


(’12, Oct 25)

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

  

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