Thoughts

Wind is surfing on your precious hair
Air is whispering the words you want to hear
Staring as the sun begins
To unfold the beauty of the hills
As tears roll down my eyes
Thinking
Of how it all used to be
Remembering
The lovely moments how we'd thought were meant to be
How I wish to listen to your stories again
Of how we were and how we will be
Realizing
All I have now are memories
The wound that would be left unhealed
for he knows
I would not love them
As much as I love you.

*Date written :19th may 2006*