I remember there was a time...
You were my Sunday aftrenoon.
A breezy bike ride in Central Park,
A sun drenched picnic in June.
You were my favorite book,
The song I sang in my sleep.
That comfy old hoodie...
You adored but let me keep.
But our world became cold
& You pushed yourself away.
I lost a little piece of you..
With every passing day.
But you were a wildfire
Never to be tamed.
I was a fragile sapling...
That would never be the same.
Now you're in the silence,
Every empty glass of whiskey.
& I replay that drunk voicemail...
When you said that you missed me.
But time heals all wounds
Ones that burn,
Ones that bleed.
And this lonely scar..
Is exactly what I need.
♥