i've walked this path about a hundred times,
reminiscent,
incandescent,
the light surrounds me like a sea of glittering stars,
the world around me fades in and out,
over and over again,
it does not stay,
it does not unblur,
memory lane fills me with a melancholic feeling,
no, i will never get this back,
will i?
and there you stand,
right in the thick of all this haze,
and you smile,
ask me how my shift this evening was,
and then,
i'm walking the path back home,
with you,
waving goodbye,
i will never get this back,
will i?
YOU ARE READING
love stains
Poetry[ because i'll never be done loving you you have stained me through and through ] my poem collection about love after all, love never fails
