Over Again

Over Again

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I walked down the road i used to walk a million times, years ago to meet you. I wondered how time had changed and we had drifted apart. I recalls how early morning or afternoon I used to pace down the street among crowds of people. Each step increased my anticipation and the ache in my heart as I grew nearer your place, hoping to see you on the same couch smiling back to me,but you were no more there. It has been ages since someone loved me like you did. Someone held me with the same eagerness and warmth that you held me with and whispered love into my veins that seeped and made home in my bones. Each step I took down the road and each corner reminded me of you, the hunger and love I held for you back in those years. I smiled but I swear my heart ached and I really miss the way you used to make me feel. Remember, how you always held me close enough. I still remember how your scent infused with mine. You would call me silly, but sometimes when i smell a similar one? I think about you. It is weird how a fragrance brings back so many memories. I walked the same path again and the weather was the same, gloomy, dark, windy and the sun peeking out a bit. Just the way we liked it. I paced down the streets but now with a heavy heart and slow steps because I wanted to take the walk down the memory lane slow. There was no urgency in my walk and to be honest? I tried my best to relish each step and recall what I had with you. We lost it.You died. I carried on with my life. If given another chance? and you reborn, I swear I would walk right back to you like I always did and hold in my arms like they are my refuge. I would repeat each mistake, Each innocent sin under the curtains drawn and dimly lit room because you were the only one who showed me the light when my world was nothing but darkness.
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