Time moved beyond our reach...
Memories, moments all to teach.
Be the meaning of love... ... lost but not forgotten.
Sometimes, I just rewind the times we shared in my mind.
Only to find, the memories that I call mine are more a reflection of the imperfections of myself.
Putting you on a shelf, a pedestal which in turn made me feel minuscule. Like a fool.
The fearful fate of losing that embrace caused my heart to race.
But it wasn't infatuation or loving sensation- it was a mere fear of the situation and realization that what was once loved and lost can actually be loved again.
That this stubborn heart of mine can mend, as I slowly comprehend that this isn't the end.
I don't have to settle for less and I can now attest, to the feeling of renewal and the unburdened removal-
-of doubt that was once a shout in my mind every day and every time your path crossed mine.