I was walking alone,
when suddenly memory took over,
I was holding her hand
the day before me was wonderful.
Seems easy at times,
to understand those moments
when our heart
intermingles with time.
~
I was walking alone,
when by nature of hoping
I recalled a pleasantry
we shared near the end.
Looking all around
noticing everything the same,
life seemed to express
a need to revisit
the nature of love
the nature of time.
~
I was walking alone,
when struck by her image
I imagined again,
beauty before my eyes.
Glancing to each side,
I revisited again,
the nature of elegance,
holding her in my arms.
~
I was walking alone,
and I cried in the twilight.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 