Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Not quite.

Sometimes
I think of how
we were.

What we
could have
been.

But then I
wouldn't be
here.

Holding
hands with
another.

Smiling as
the rain
pours.

He and i run
and run
and stop

Only
to kiss.

not play.

Do you
remember?

When we
sat by the
park

And ran
and ran
and stop

Only
to say goodbye.

not kiss.