Why do I let nostalgia kill me everyday like this?
Two minutes of your time
Translates to weeks in my mind
I must have better things to think about
When it comes to you
I am so starstruck and star-crossed
Is it better to have loved then lost?
Though I might still pout
I can continue to savor the memories
Tender, tangible, tasteless
I can tell it is the universe
that keeps us apart
Is it not the same one
that brought us together?
YOU ARE READING
Swans mate for life-Why can't we?
Poetrypoems inspired by a romance from my last reincarnation
