There are days where I feel exhausted
Exhausted of my mind
Why does it always find a way
To make everything about you?
I was talking to someone today,
They reminded me of you.
I used to think that it's a bad thing.
Always remembering what never could be mine,
what could have been,
What could not be.
But then I remember,
That it's just my mind appreciating the person that you were,
The person that I used to be.
My mind is cherishing us, you, me
Our world.
Maybe we were never meant to be.
But maybe that's why I remember you so much.
Maybe this is all we could ever be.
Memories.
Bittersweet memories.
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JUST ANOTHER LIFE
PoésiePOETRY The essence of some experiences sewed together by words.
