Wednesday, February 28, 2001
Song of the Moment - India Arie's - IN MY HEAD.... I can't seem to get these thoughts out of my head, which keeps me from moving forward.... I need help, Is this an addiction or what.... This love thang stinks, If I must say.....
I haven't got the nerve to write how I feel right now.... there's been silence since Friday, Feb. 23, And I remain speechless at this time. However, the following words reflect my current state of thoughts.....I guess!
My Memories Of You
Memories that we created,
Memories that we shared together.
Memories that we both will be left with, now that we are parting and going our own way.
Who would have guessed that we would end here, remembering who we were, what once was.
Things have changed, or have I changed?
There is something missing, I look around every corner.
I expect to find what I am looking for, If I could look into the past,
I would watch two young lovers, walking along the streets under the moonlight.
I see myself, laughing at a silly joke you just made,
I watch us hold hands, or I see you grab me, to keep from falling.
I see the way we once looked at each other and the longing, in our hearts.
When did this happen?
How long ago?
I can`t say when.
I don`t know how,
The year came and went so quickly.
Now I find, That so much is only memories,
of the way we were.
If I could shout
at us on the street under the moonlight,
what would I say?
Would I tell myself, to savor the moment, more so than I did?
Is that possible?
Or would I hold my tongue, and keep from spoiling the moment,
that moment where
we made memories.
Do you remember the moonlight?
Will you someday stay under the moonlight with someone new?
Making new memories
on top of the old?
Or will you walk along the streets,
by yourself,
all alone,
except for the memories
of me?
I made a promise,
to visit those
streets where precious memories
were created.
I know I`ll find no answers
to the burning questions
that are still unanswered,
from so long ago.
I find only reminders,
thoughts and smells,
images and feelings,
in which I see you,
taste you,
feel you,
and memories that we created
on the streets under the moonlight.
But all of that is over,
my life must go on.
Where I once had you,
only the memories remain.
Where I once had
comfortable answers,
I now only have
haunting questions.
and my memories of you.
posted by Renaissance Sistah on Wednesday, February 28, 2001
[speak ya mind]
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