Old Memories.

The old stories kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.
Those teenage days have long since passed,
Leaving nothing but memories and scars.
Of the relinquished love you promised,
Who knew years later, you’ll still be missed.
We were kids of fun and play,
Our love pure, no hate, no pain.
It was you and me against the world.
Now the idea is just absurd.
When I ran into you yesterday,
I didn’t know what to say.
I was delighted to say the least,
Of all the fantastical possibilities.
The possibilities, I’d cooked up nights awake,
Holding on to a hope, you’d given me to take.
Our teenage love, though misunderstood,
Will surpass all pestilences that it’s way stood.
That hope was broken beyond repair,
When you told me you didn’t care,
For me as a girl you liked any longer.
But this foolish heart, still for you, grew fonder.
And ever since then, the old stories have kept me awake at night.
The door closed, switched off the lights.
But meeting you yesterday has given me strength.
And I’ll protect me love for you at any length.
Yet the memories I can’t keep any longer.
They make me weak, not stronger.
How we cuddled at precisely this hour,
In the cool breeze beneath the stars.

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