Poetry. Fiction and memories: which is what?

After all this time...

And after all this time

I´m not sure if I want to see you again,

Because we were so hasty at those days,

And then…

I had to deal with my broken heart again.

I don´t know if I’m ready to greet,

Your eyes, your smile, your laugh…

They are so mind blowing to me.

Your lips, your, shoulders, your hands, your arms…

I guess I couldn’t forget,

After all this time.

And every step I moved on,

Once a while step back two.

Some days I’m shining like the sun,

Some days all the memories came back…

And believe me when I said:

“It’s not my fault,

‘Cause all that I want

It’s to be happy

Like one day, I was”.

 I suppose this is not the end,

Because someday,

I’ll have to see you again.

And believe me when I said:

“I tried to forget every single thing,

But my head doesn’t work that way”.

That night leave me a scar,

Even when I don´t want to admit it,

And you keep coming to my mind,

After all this time…