I hear your voice in the chaotic bustle of this city.
Your face is reflected in the mass of people surrounding me.
I hug a friend, and I swear
She smells like you.
Memories flash out of nowhere,
And I can taste your lips on mine once again.
I turn my ring around on my finger
The way you used to,
Swearing I can feel your hands
Closed around mine.
I walk around the places we've been,
Unable to prevent the retrospection that follows.
Never did I imagine that all these haunts of mine,
Could be tainted by recollections of us.
I used to welcome the sweet escape of sleep,
But after a short time, I found you there, too.
I would rather have the nightmares
Than awaken, believing in me and you,
Only to find that there is no you.
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First Love, Twice
PoetryThey say you shouldn't spend too much time in the past, I disagree. I think you should reflect on your past to be able to better your future. These poems are memories of my first real love, my first real heartbreak. Check it out if you want to walk...
