Tangled

The roads where we once roamed,

The places where we once sat,

keep me tangled to the trees that

hold our breath.

Every green bike on the street,

Every helmet I see,

Brings back a desperate hope,

for a hopeless heart like me.

It is the memories that sting,

not your absence in the wind.

It is the time that burns,

as our bridges collapse and

everything falls apart.

I remain tangled in the

words we once spoke,

empty Promises and empty

Hopes.

The city brings back all those days

of laughter and fun, alas

with them came the

tears and hurt.

Time heals everything, so I

quietly observe, every

memory that pops up

with a sincere farewell,

holding nothing,

But

Tangled Love.

 

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