TIME and again I see you
along a sidewalk of memory
and i step across that path
we use to walk and i feel
your hand holding mine
but i realize it’s all just…
a memory that will not die
and walk of what was lost
and each step i take
is two steps back
so now i know
what dreams
that should never be
it’s just a memory of
what was lost…
:: 04-02-2014 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 