The Way Things Used To Be Poem by Zog Gascoigne

miss the way things used to be,
With you and me.
The way we talked,
The way we laughed,
And even the way we cried.

Im left thinking about why,
Why things had to change,
Why fate had to re-arrange,
What we had,
It all feels so strange.

Maybe im the one to blame,
Or maybe it was you.
But in the end it doesn’t matter
Nothing we can say, nothing we can do.

We can never get back to those days,
But something will always stay,
Bitter-sweet memories,
Of how things used to be.