Past Times

Our history tucked in my back pocket for safe keeping till this day remains a mystery. Day in and day out, your face was all that I had seen. Open eyes shut out to the world, yet obsessions lied beyond eyes of our lies later brought to light of who we really were. I remember our continued conversations that crept till sunrise and sundown, some of importance and some left unspoken. Your goofy traits I’d have to say created our best times. I craved the mystery behind those eyes that sent chill up my spine. Did you think I would forget those times? Wrapped in your blanket of wisdom and warmth discussing the triumph you’d want, or never mention. Connection so deep beyond what we could bear. Knowing it’s rare yet we continue to stare into the eyes of love for it was never there. Catastrophic ending was much needed yet looking back we were a heck of a pair. Don’t get me wrong we were never a match, yet we had a bond till this day that I seemingly can't shake. Tonight I write this poem for you in the remembrance of what keeps me awake. Whether we speak or not, these memories cannot be erased, just truly missed. You remind me once in awhile of what it is that I seek. Forever will you be tucked in my back pocket of memories I long to keep. Deep in my heart the key you once held remains locked. For this special place is known only to me and now brought to light and shared with you. As I've mentioned before I refuse to be that “typical” girl. I claim you as my past time friend, past time lover, confidant, and more. Live, love, and laugh.