Poezja

Oh how your fingers caress me,
Lingering on my skin as we speak subtle words of romantic deceit.
Mumbling careless words of regret under our breath.
For in our minds we wander aimlessly through visions of what we are and what we could be.
And as these visions continue to haunt our every decision,
We underestimate the dormant feelings of careless love and lost time.
It is in this time in which we realize that these perfect memories,
Dangling by a thread of hope,
Will not last a lifetime,
But rather as long as we choose to keep them alive.
For memories left uncherished will forever fade into the past.
Left only to be forgotten by those who do not pursue them.
So as we lie here,
Let us think and reflect,
Not only what we have done,
But what is yet to be..