Riding the bus through my old stomping grounds,
I can’t help but think of you.
So many memories come flooding in
I can’t stop the biggest grin on my face
We have talked many times in the recent past
But its time for me to visit
Your eyes, your happiness, brings me joy
I can only hope to be closer to you
Although we live in different worlds
We can still be together, if only as friends
That’s fine by me as long as you smile and
Continue to bring beauty into my world.
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This poem haunts me, though not in a beautiful way. Like a puzzle I never wanted to solve, and yet by chance the pieces fell together when knocked to the floor. Salt in the wounds of my heart.
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