A profound sorrow grips me,
Whenever I think of you,
Like a fog misting my mind.
Remembrance is a curse, indeed,
Ask my mournful sighs,
They will recite a story of deceit,
Of betrayal, and bitter tears.
Remembrance was a blessing back then,
Of stolen glances,
Of passionate kisses,
And of moments shared together.
Why do hearts choose to recall,
To reopen the healing wounds,
To get anchored in the past.
A sound of laughter,
Or a couple taking a lazy stroll,
Linking their hands,
On top of the world;
Or a pair of lips meeting,
Enough to catapult me to the past,
Hurling back through time,
As if we never had said our good-byes.
Like a puppy that catches the ball,
And back to the master panting,
Eager for the next bite of cookie,
Only to find an empty hand.
I turn to the present,
Blinking away my tears,
To carry the cross long as I live,
And to restart the cycle of love and longing.