I once gazed upon his dancing eyes, his mysterious smile, his mismatched socks, his crooked teeth, his littered clothes on the floor and all I did was frown.
He was not perfect. He was never going to be perfect.
Today I gaze upon the same dancing eyes, the mysterious smile, the mismatched socks, the crooked teeth, the littered clothes on the floor and all I can do is swoon.
He is not here. He will never be here.
So here I stand, surrounded by memories frozen in time and memories playing on mind.
How is it that the very things I destested , the things I frowned upon and the things I hated I now look upon with such longing?
Take me back… to a time when I could see and feel, a time when I could hear and respond….
Give me back any moment…even the ones that made me despondent
Just take me back to a time when you were nigh.