The Way You Used To
Description
I wait for you again,
On this cold, wintry night.
I sit on our bench,
Where laughter and kisses,
Were shared under the moonlight.
Did we have to part ways?
Do you still think of me during the days?
I yearn for your warms arms,
wrapped around my cold neck.
Your soft, plump lips on mine,
Oh, how they would connect.
We used to watch the blooming cherry blossoms,
The soft, falling snow.
Not expecting life's outcomes,
Instead we feel the wind blow.
If only I could turn back time,
To those bittersweet moments.
It would be most sublime,
Walking beside you on pavements.
As I watch the dazzling stars,
I can't help but to feel lonely.
I remember playing guitars,
And listening to you only.
I cannot forget you,
For you made me understand.
Why won't you take me to a far-off land?
The place where you lie,
To heaven I will fly.
Foreword
I walked the halls of my new house or should I say, our house. I searched the rooms, making sure everything was put into their rightful places.
When I thought everything looked alright, I spotted a dusty old box draped with a dirty white-washed cloth hidden in a corner. I approached it and revealed its contents. I discovered a set of battered, old books and a few photographs taken along the years.
As I was about to put everything back into the box, I saw it. A photograph taken nearly fifteen years ago was taped delicately at the back of a torn, yellowed envelope.
I gingerly run my long fingers on the surface of the envelope before opening it. Tears unconsciously fill my eyes and before I know it, I'm sobbing uncontrollably while my eyes absorb every single word that was scrawled on the letter.
I have fulfilled one of my promises, I think.
I sigh to myself and wonder how I could forget so easily. Maybe it wasn't so hard in the first place. But I cannot deny how many times I tried just to erase him.
Is he finally happy now?
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