You Don’t Live There Anymore
I close my eyes and dream about
the times I used to walk by your door,
wishing your feeling were the same as mine.
I remember the times you inspired me
when I was younger than today.
How in dreams I danced with you,
but the years have passed so quickly,
age has embraced us and I don’t think
I would recognize you anymore,
coupled with the fact
you don’t live there anymore.
I often wonder what became of you
through the intervening years.
Did you find your true love
or are you still waiting
for the one you wished for?
I can only hope you did
as I pass again by your door.
Fate may have our paths cross again
in the future somewhere,
and if it happens I hope
I see a glimpse of the young girl I used to know.
3 October 2013
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