Oh how I wish that we could go back to when we were young and free sitting under an oak tree
We enjoyed each other's company
"We witnessed what others missed, and yet, I still found little joy."
You were so warm and so tender-hearted
But still, yet no one else saw what I saw in youOh, take me back to the oak tree, to the time when I was young and free. How I long for those carefree days, when life was simple and full of joy, and my heart was unbroken and pure. Now, as I look back, all I feel is sadness and regret for those precious moments that can never be regained.
Tragic isn't it?
You never got the chance to make it past the oak tree
And I hardly ever saw you breathe almost as though you were trying to keep it inWhy though?
Couldn't you see?
Couldn't you see me standing right in front of you?You looked right past almost as though I wasn't there but I was
Wasn't I?
Tears streaming down my face, I whispered and asked, "Is all of this just a dream?"
You never made it past the oak, did you?
You didn't answer me though and you just simply stood there and smiled
You were always smiling weren't you
It's funny now that you're gone it's like you're still thereI had never realized that a single farewell could hold such immense significance until I had the pleasure of meeting you. The memory of that moment still lingers on my mind, and every time I think of it, I yearn to revisit the spot where we parted ways, beneath the towering oak tree.
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The Time Everything Changed
Poesíaa collection of short poems which each tell its own story