lost opportunities
these addictions have become commonplace
even though in reality they’ve
resided in the recesses of everyday minds
centuries before either you or I were born
what I wouldn’t give to hear your guitar
gently weeping again
taking me to places specific in time
places meant for only you and me
the storm destined to light up the night sky
somehow dissolved into nothingness
and so here I sit all alone again
wondering what could have been
june two thousand eighteen
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How beautiful. Especially the guitar section.
thank you, Lily
Beautifully penned… 🙂
Thank you very much, Maniparna!
I love this one a lot
Thanks for letting me know!