Take Me Home (Original Poems)

The Cycle of Memories - Poem 100

When you think the song is done and over,

More tears fall.

It was your song,

Your cheesy excuse to hold on when you are alone.

That song alone brings all the memories,

All the small things you thought you would never remember.

But you remember it all.

From the dimness on the lights,

To the volume of the voices next to you.

Pictures were being taken,

You dodge them all.

You watch the night play in front of your eyes,

Remembering all of it.

The softness of the eyes,

The calmness of their voice.

It makes you smile so wide you never want to stop.

As reality tugs you back,

The tears may fall.

Not because of this night long past,

But the thought of the lost.

The lost moments that were perfect,

Taking you for another ride around the block.

You smile,

Then you cry.

A continuous cycle that will never grow old.