My Writings

Is it Strange?

Is it strange,
That I remember your voice,
Like the rhythm of a song?
How when you're embarrassed your voice would go higher.

Is it strange,
That I remember your smile,
Like a photograph?
How you couldn't stop smiling even when you tried to be mad.

Is it strange,
That I remember your laugh,
And the way your eyes close when it's true?
How it would change depending on where you were, but all seemed to captivate me.

Is it strange,
That I remember your eyes?
How they shined with curiosity or glistened when you were excited,
And gave away your emotions.

Is it strange,
That I remember your unique aura?
Dark but vibrant, full of colours,
And how it changed due to your outburst of emotions.

Is it strange,
That I feel like I've forgotten you,
Yet I remember every little thing about you?
Like how your ears went red when you blushed,
And our hands fit together perfectly,
Or that you tried to hate my nicknames for you.

Is it strange,
That I still learn more about you every day?
All these little facts over the years I've learned,
Yet I can't seem to figure out your crazy, beautiful mind.

Is it strange,
That I still miss you?
Even after all this time, I should be over all of this, right?
Yet I find myself thinking about you lately,
About the past and what it could have been if I would have done things differently.

How you were my first true love,
And it took me to long to figure it out.
Strange isn't it?

~Leo