Past

by Cari   Jan 2, 2006


The touch of your hand,
the warmth from your breathe,
the sound of your voice.
It's all just a memory,
something from my past. Something I can't hold onto because it just slips away.
Maybe someday, I can have this back.
No longer from the past.
Minutes.
Hours.
Days.
Months.
Years.
I can hardly wait wait until all I see is you again.
But don't worry, I'll get over it.
Soon it will be just another thought.
Just another memory,
something from my past.

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  • 18 years ago

    by Nici

    This poem may work well posted in the love section as I feel it incorpartes some messages of love within it.
    I can see the unusual layout style again, but it works better in this piece.

    Keep writing
    Nici

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