Walking inside a dream
a certain figure inside she is crying
her shadow draws him
convinced she is who he believes.
I found a picture this morning,
walked inside the room
could recall the happy smiles
couldn’t help but cry again.
She spoke of wanting freedom,
I didn’t fit any longer
her words in letters spoke of love
in reality I spoke too soon.
These are the empty spaces today
Those were the memories we made.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~