At times I wish I could go back to you,
Just for a day, or may be two…
Not completely real, but like in a dream,
Soft and inconsequent, but enjoyable…
Not changing the tide of life as I go on,
But just a ripple here, a ripple there,
A mild soothing dawn…
We can never go back to what we were, I’m sure,
Nor start again what has now become sour…
Yet in passing moments,
Lost in loneliness, when time stands still,
I wonder if we could be together,
And not let time, our happiness, kill,
But tomorrow should start with us alone and separate,
Lest the remnant of love in my heart decay into hate…
Love can bloom twice, my friend, but die only once,
And we can savour the memories of the dead,
Not resurrect em…
No, not resurrect ’em…