Do you remember,
first day of last september?
We said goodbye,
you cried,
I wiped the tears from your eyes with my lips.
Can we go back?
When you were safe in my arms, and I was mesmerized by your charm.
 
I miss you, your silly laugh the way you walk, babe can we go back?
 
When we laughed till will cried,
then kissed till we were satisfied.
Lying in the sand,
will you hold my hand, again?
Oh darling it's not the same,
when you're not the one calling my name.
Can we go back?
Where the whole world stopped just for us, two stupid kids so it must have been something special.
 
Cause I miss your smile and running my fingers through your hair,
and your voice when you sang, and the clothes you wear. Babe can we go back?
 
Do you remember,
first day of last september?
Can we go back and make that day the rest of our lives? Babe can we go back?

This isn’t a poem about the way your fingers intertwine with mine
Because they’ve never been entangled with another set of hands.
This isn’t a line of prose about your soft lips on my calloused, tired skin
Because only the wind has caressed my body
This isn’t a work of art confessing little sweet nothings that you whisper in my ear
Because the sound of my pen on paper are the only whispers that I hear
This isn’t an elegant post-modern work about the way you wipe away my tears
Because my tears blend into my cheeks, become a part of who I am, moulded into my soul
This isn’t a ******* poem about you,
Because there’s only ever been
Me.
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