Never

The writing was on the wall. It just took me a very long time to read it, comprehend it.... That we were never. We were never meant to be. 

Memory

Why cannot memory be erased? Why is the brain so complicated? What goddamn shelf, file, memory bank has you stuck in it?  

Softly

When was the Book of Love written? 

Who penned their feelings first? 

Who presented their thoughts to another and said " Carry me softly. My heart is fragile". 

New

 We have come full circle. 

From the start, now to the end. 

From a quietness to a silence again.

A newness. Familiarity. An ease. Fitting together.

To only become strangers again. 

Sigh

There's a pause. A quick peek. A sigh. 

And again, after a little while. 

She repeats this. 

Where are you? 

Come take me away. 

Take me with you. 

Endless love

 An endless love? 

Where you are together, through everything. 

You don't tire of each other, you don't give up on one another. 

Nobody else catches your eye, you don't pry or falter because your perfect person is in front of you. 

An endless love. 

Until the end of time. 

It defies expectations. 

A perfect example. 

A solid pillar. 

A love beyond the grave. 

Alive

I loved you 

Once. 

And that will never die. 

It will live within me

Somewhere.

And one day when I'm sitting alone in an empty train 

You'll cross my mind. 

I'll think of our love

And how special it was.

So does love die?

No. 

To avoid the pain 

We hide it

Until it creeps into our mind

Sneakily

Teasingly

Reminding us of something special 

With someone special.