I wrote you a poem once or so I think
The memory is a blur just like your face
But there is something about you that lingers in my mind—the way your laughter sounded like music to my ears the way you talked and walked
You are my half-forgotten dream
We talked for hours that day lost in conversation as if we had known each other for a lifetime sometimes it really felt like we did
Your warmth, your warm embrace I remember well—a beacon in a world gone cold
When you left it felt like a piece of me went with you, and the world went cold
In the days that followed I searched for you in the sea of faces but none of them were you
How could it be that I couldn't recall your features just the beautiful echo of your laughter and the comforting warmth of your touch
Yet still I hold onto the hope that one day our paths will cross again and I'll finally remember your name your face and the love we once shared even if only for a moment
To whom it may concern I write this
Of love lost yet lingering in a tender curse
Someone I cherished beyond compare
In your hands I found my solace true but now apart I mourn what i once knew
Who is it
Whose gentle touch do I yearn for still
Whose warmth do I miss so much against my will
Time might tell time might hide
But in memories sweet it's you I find
