I'm listening to songs I
Only quite understood
When my arm and my
Mind were wrapped around you,

The only thing holding me down
Was once the dreary 3am
Fatigue our conversations brought,
Now it's the memory that used to be.

So here I sit, writing
Poems about what once was
Thought to be a forever,
What could have been forever

Had we let it,
Had you allowed it,
And yes, this poem I
Write is as dull as your

Eyes that once shone so bright,
Reflecting upon an "if" so long ago,
And how it pains me that it's
Not still the dream we had

                             Once dreamt.