having to constantly remind myself that the memories i have of you are overdue. You are no longer the lover of books and finer things. You no longer love blonde hair and hazel eyes
you are new - not necessarily bad new, but new.
the smell of a car fresh off the lot
the pigmented, bright colors of a new pack of markers
you are restarting, while i am stuck in motion
someone stopped time and resuscitated me. It happens from time to time.
I think I am done, that life is finally flowing and time is flying by, but it never ends.
You are wherever I look, whatever i read, The bittersweet of whatever I taste.
The good memories are kept close, inside a locket, near my heart - To remind me of who you where when you claimed to love me
I loved you then, and I will love you now.
If, and only if, you decide to ever reenter my life
Do not be afraid
I will break you in