Friday, March 28, 2014

and with tired eyes, he looked at me like the way 
he use too
last night my eyes couldn't help but catch 
his gaze
how my hands missed his and my heart missed
his love

laughter filled the space around us so
friends gathered, tea was shared along with songs
Music opened our door, to once was
i played a small tune, that i used too
he smiled, nodded back and sang harmonies 
with me
as my hands weakened to every lyric he sang
and with hopes of catching his heart once more
and he maybe just maybe
feel that feeling he once felt 
before



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