your smell still lingers
in the depths of my nostrils
your touch still ever present
in the palm of my hands
but you have moved on
your eyes a glistening black
but you are happy
and that is all that matters
two years later
i still think of the times we had
two years later
i still think of what ifs
to me
you were precious
to me
we were infinite
all is gone
all is said
all is left
all is done
when will we learn
to move on
*when will we learn
to let go?*
Jul 12, 2013
Jul 12, 2013 at 12:02 PM UTC
your smell still lingers
in the depths of my nostrils
your touch still ever present
in the palm of my hands
but you have moved on
your eyes a glistening black
but you are happy
and that is all that matters
two years later
i still think of the times we had
two years later
i still think of what ifs
to me
you were precious
to me
we were infinite
all is gone
all is said
all is left
all is done
when will we learn
to move on
*when will we learn
to let go?*
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