Faded memories

Faded memories

I'm trying to live

on the memories of our

long and jaded past, holding

on to the good times just

hoping they would last,

wishing we could capture

the love that I used to know

wondering if I should stay

with you or finally, let you go.

The sorrow that I feel from

the pain of a broken heart

with so much that I need to

say to you but I don't know

where to start, my mind

keeps telling me that it is

time for me to go, my heart

is all confused while my soul

keeps saying no, I miss the

most the closeness that you

and I used to feel, as days

are long and the nights I am

always missing you.

Sleeping in our king size bed

I feel as if I am all alone and

although we are both right

here, there is nobody ever

home. If you listen to the

silence where the laughter

used to be, you can hear the

teardrops falling from my

eyes down to my feet, the

love I felt for you through all

the hurtful lies is fading

faster every day as I finally

realize that you and I are

only shadows of a love that

used to be, just a figment of

my imagination only a

dream while I sleep, for we

were over long ago as the

sands of time ran down, just

a torn and faded photograph,

on the wall of our broken home.

Richard M Knittle Jr. ©

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