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)

Vinay Leo R.

Poetry & writing to me 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.