
Am I right to hold onto the
memories that should
have been long forgotten?
The morning kisses—
just how much I miss.
The late-night cuddles
The late-night walks
and those heart-to-heart talks—
Seriously, I remember all of it
wherever I look.
I try to bury the thought of you
in a hole of hopes and faith
Optimistic about the future and
of my own mysterious fate.
With every step I have to take,
there lies a smile I’m aware is fake.
I stand at our rendezvous,
broken and alone,
even the heart has
already moved on.