But why am I still a Prisoner of the past?

6 5 1
                                    

The past has her. The happy, sad and the cherished moments with her.The time where she brought me up when I was down.
It's something I cannot let go of, a thing that still makes me feel alive.

The memories etched like delicate Itching upon my soul, each one a testament to the depth of our connection.
Her laughter resonating through the corridors of my mind, her gentle touch soothing the scars of unhealed.

When sorrow engulfed me like a relentless storm, she stood steadfast, a beacon of hope guiding me through the thick and thin.

Though time may have carried her away, the imprint of her essence remains, a constant reminder of the love we shared. For in her, I found not just a companion, but a kindred spirit whose imprint upon my heart shall endure for eternity.

A poet's diaryWhere stories live. Discover now