It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.
People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.
I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.
**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.**
Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 11:39 AM UTC
It has been a year.
Instead of forgetting you,
I've spent my time waiting for the day
you'll change your mind.
People asked me if
I've already moved on, and I knew
I've moved backwards.
Back to the time we were together.
I still miss you.
I still long for your kisses.
I still dream of Saturday afternoons.
I still wish for Sunday mornings,
of evening meals together,
of motorcycle rides to the countryside.
**I am still here.
My poetry is my witness.**
I still love you.
