The Wilted Bouquet

You

The way the thoughts come back.
The feelings.
I want to have another late night with you.
Stay up late and just call.
Play games,
Vibe.

The good memories.
They bring back the light.
The love.
The joy.
Your smile.

It brings back do much joy.
Good memories flooding back
All that joy.
And all I can do
Is apologies.

I'm conflicted.
The memories say two things.
Love and hate.
The good and the bad.
All I know
Is I wish to speak to you again.