xxi. Albert
Whenever I walk on this familiar street
I remember the times you’re still with me
And when I pass by this park in the night
I still see your image on that yellow swing
Before I go to work on a Monday morning
I crave for the taste of the coffee you make
And when I ride the train during rush hour
I wish we’d bump into each other again
Whenever I can’t get to find rest in a day
I remember how your kiss can revive me
And falling asleep on the hammock
Reminds me of you, sleeping next to me
All those things
Are now memories
Bittersweet, they may be
But I will keep them in my brain--
My little treasure chest--
Till it deteriorates
But I hope it won’t
I’d rather die
Embracing our memories together
Than live
Remembering not even one of them.
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Almost a Love Story
PoetrySofia was left alone. Could she feel any worse knowing that the love of her life never loved her at all? Can she wait till Albert comes back to her? Matt lost Amelia. She suffered without him knowing her pain. How can he live when he lost the woman...
