my old friend
I meet you at your door again
your voice is
soft and sweet,
as always,
beckoning me in
for a late night conversation
of the good old times
when we were happy
and free.

Why do you
take me back
knowing that what is gone
can never return?
Yet I still breathe you in
just for a moment
It is the only way I can relive
his smile
his laugh
his lips on my forehead
like it was just yesterday.

(Note: I have been asked why are my poems so sad. So here’s my answer. I guess I can only say that my words are a creative expression of what I feel, see and hear around me. Sometimes my words are inspired by real people, sometimes they’re not. But somehow it often finds its way into the romantic and nostalgic. Maybe I am just a hopeless romantic at heart!)


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