MEMORIES
Looking over my life, I can remember certain things the way other people remember particular places, things or memories of their lives.
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most: all the times we spent together.
We're walking on the snowy street at night, holding my hands so tight. I remember how much you enjoyed the snow in late December. You even stepped on the snow on just barefoot, stamping, and giggled. You looked like a kid back then.
I also remember the nights and days, that we shopped beers at the beer store and get drunk, we also use to go to resto-bars and do the beer and karaoke thing with our friends. Watched movies at the movie theatre and sometimes doing a movie marathon at your place.
Sharing earphones and listening to your favourite playlist on the subway. Sleeping in your bed, cuddling with you and waking up next to you.
Then time flies, we shared a lot of memories but now, it's all over. They're just memories now.
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Weeping Nights
PoetryWeeping Nights is a collection of poetry and prose about feelings of pain, heartbreak, depression and some piece of advice. Highest Rank: #2 poemcontest 03/15/22
