a lifetime away, those long gone days, as I flirt with the past I feel you there,
a story forgotten, memories long buried, hidden deep where the mind doesn't seek,
a picture comes to mind, a day in time, a thrill of the mind, a still, a peek.
as I sit and reminisce, start to fit this together, and reflect,
see you in every piece, like a jigsaw puzzle, with you its subject,
a silhouette an image just out of view, yet its undoubtedly you, a memory at last,
the long dark hair, that framed you there a moment comes back, a spark of that past.
you were always the one, the sun the moon they shone, back to the days we begun,
was smitten, our love though was intermittent,
if it was true, our love we knew, then how am I here instead of there sharing the view,
this love never blossomed, could never bloom into a flower as pretty as you,
some nights as i sit, alone awake with my heart at stake, feel a part rip as my hearts beat skips,
all the things we could have seen,
the things we should have been,
why do they now only come in dreams.
thanks for reading,
kyle (the dreaming poet)
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