Time has changed the way I view you,
I'm long past, falling in love with the thought of you.
Trying so hard to remember what your touch felt like,
Or trying to remember the sound of your laugh.
I've finally accepted letting you go.
I must say it played out differently plenty of times.
Like the image of the two of us slowing dancing in a feild,
While the sound of "There goes my baby" plays in the distance. We lock eyes one final time and gently loosen our grip on one another's hands. Your longing eyes and haunting smile grace me one last time. The music gets louder and louder, as we drift further into the brush.
Somewhere inside of the sadness I find acceptance,
I find the truth. The most extraordinary things are rare and usually don't last long. This is why these things change us forever.