Girl/Your POV

When I see someone hold the guitar, I remember you serenading & singing me lullabies under the sky full of stars. Now my heart is scarred.

Every time I gaze my hand and see the empty spaces between my fingers, I remember how you fill them and how they used to linger.

In every song I hear, I remember your voice; been music to my ears. In every word I perceive, I wish u’d try for our forever to be retrieved

With every grasp of anything, I’m missing how you used to cling. And when I grip nothing, I’m hoping you’d satisfy my longing.

Will I still see you hold a flower for me to receive or u don’t have anything anymore to give? Can we make things right? Will you fight?

If given a chance, I want you to hold my hand again; I won’t let your grip loosen. I don’t want our forever to be just a memory to remember.