when i drive around the empty roads alone /with nothing but the radio’s latest hits to keep me company / i feel a pang in my heart as memories of us flood back / it makes me think about that vintage convertible you drove when we were teens / the way the wind blew through our hair / & the way we sang along with the radio / laughing & making our own lyrics / those were the happiest times of my life / & i can’t help but yearn for you even now / the way you haunted my mind constantly / i wonder if you think about me as much as i do about you /if not /
let me say this :there’s a void in my heart that only you can fill / now all we have are memories & a million unspoken things / if only i’d confessed to you sooner / maybe we could have avoided all the heartbreak & all the pain / if only we had talked it out like we had always promised each other / maybe we would still be together /
but hindsight is 20/20 / isn’t it?
would everything be different? does the past alter the present that much /
or would we be at the same place anyway?
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the still waters
Poetryi stared into the abyss of blue‚ ripples distorting the image of a stranger. ﹛ a potpourri of words ﹜