The One I shared a Past

We went from glances
To words
From holding hands
To sharing lips

Dates on weekdays
Marked in ink
Circled with red
Then traced in bold

Clothes askew
Around the room
Searching for the perfect pair
To fit the day

Then we went from
Sharing lips
To sharing drinks
To mere exchanges
Then flitting glances

Never thought
We did end up here
From friends to lovers
Back to strangers again

– a.h.
“Sometimes you don’t miss the person, you miss the memories.”

The strangest thing about love, is that it can both mend and break a heart.


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