I think I may live with too many walls around me.
The thought of him
Still gives me butterflies…
He lingers when I least expect it.
Maybe I have lost myself?
I have perfectly framed images
In my mind of you,
Faces of your love surround me
But, my tears …
My tears are so real
My heart feels
When I think of you.
No hiding,
Just clear moments of once was.
Maybe he is my star…
That my soul tells me
To follow every night.
The sky above
The silent grey mornings
Light and dark
My first true love.
A continuous love…
I think I might still love him…
In my own…quiet way
