For old times sake
look me up,
have coffee with me
It’s strange how I barely know you
even though I loved you for so long,
and I still do
for old times sake
I’m not scared anymore.
I’ll tell you that I’m sorry
for being the person I was,
and that I’m a better person now
I’ll not bore you,
with how much I missed you
and how I lived after us
for love promises us everything, yet nothing.
Have lunch with me one of these days.
I miss you the most when I’m eating alone,
for you taught me how solitude can be fulfilling
This time for reasons other than usual,
I’ll pick you up?
Poetry inspires. This piece was inspired by an unknown poem that made me feel so much in so little. Memories came flooding back and I wanted to write my version of it, for old times sake 🙂
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