• divs_brahm 154w


    Together we wrote our stories.
    Together we sang our songs.
    But now it's all gone.
    Stashed away like photographs
    inside my mind
    in a place I have labeled "memories."
    And sometimes,
    when I flip through those pages,
    thinking tenderly of the past,
    remembering who we used to be-
    sitting in class
    having long conversations,
    exchanging lyrics and words,
    or just laughing 'til we couldn't breathe-
    it fills me with a bitter-sweet ache,
    and I just want to be little again.
    Sometimes, random memories-
    a reminiscent word said here,
    a familiar melody heard there,
    a burst of giggles and laughter-
    catch me off-guard
    and nostalgia floods my senses.
    The desire to relive them,
    to create once again
    the everlasting from fleeting moments,
    to feel the love that remains.
    It grips me,
    taking hold of my entire being.
    My heart is throbbing again
    with that sweet ache,
    longing for what once was.
    And that's when I realize,
    it is but the wistful desire
    of a child that never grew up
    and learned just how to be.
    So I had to settle for passing through the moments
    like walking through doors,
    only allowing my heart to flutter,
    to flicker again with the bliss
    I had once experienced.
    It is a reminder
    of a happiness I once owned,
    of the love that remains,
    of the things I no longer have...
    and knowing that it will never come again
    is what makes it so sweet.