Bonded Poem by Tina Marie MannongAgpalo

Bonded



His presence keeps haunting me,
at times when I have already forgotten.
When not even the tiniest memory
can be remembered,
he always comes back to me.
To remind me of the past,
of the pain and joy
Upon waking up, things are back
to how it used to be
To where it used to be
My heart is bound to his,
and his to mine.

Monday, May 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dream,memories
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