Remember the good old days,

the ones that came before?

We had magnificent times,

until you shut the door.

We spent long hours together,

speaking honestly.

Which is why it was a shock,

when you left suddenly.

How often did we speak,

of our coming years?

Were we truly making plans,

or did you speak, and I not hear?

I guess it no longer matters,

we’ve gone our separate ways.

But I still think of you,

on dark and rainy days.

It took a long time to accept,

what was water under the bridge.

Things will never be as they were,

now that were separated by a ridge.

These memories no longer hurt,

softened with each new ray.

I can look back and smile;

I remember the good old days.


Disclaimer: I do not own the imagery used in this blog post and have no artistic claim to it.


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