In the old hallways
you and I use to walk together
holding hands and listen to music
ignoring the gawking stares
the memories are still there
floating admist in the air
we should have never started
isn't that the way it always ends?
Loneliness and despair
consume me whole
leaving nothing behing
and never escaping my hopeless soul
Everywhere I look I see you
in the main office
by the gym
and in the parking lot
But when I do
A thought comes to my mind
did you ever love me
or was that just a waste of breath
in the old hallways?
Dedicated to David Johnson
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem