“I dreamt of you again last night, imagining how it felt for your lips to brush against mine, my arms steadily wrapped around your waist and I don’t know how to-
Erase the slow dancing in the candelight, I want to hold onto the feeling that this will-
Last time I held you feels like much too long ago and I know, I know it’s not a good idea to go back in-
Time is on a constant loop. It never ends. It’s the seconds ticking by and the-
Minute fractions of life slipping in front of our very-
I want things to go back to the way they were. I’ve been walking in a daze, slipping in and out of consciousness, unsure whether the memories residing in my mind are those taken from reality; past-
Tense: stretched tight or rigid. Like the way our conversations became. Short and clipped. Careful consideration of each word, an active attempt to prevent any blurring of the lines, that nothing could be misconstrued in any light-
Hearted chuckles and sighs that took up most of our late night conversations were one of my favourite things to do. Talking until either one of us became much too tired to type out a syllable and we’d fall asleep almost instantly, I don’t know about you but I held my phone so tightly on the nights you didn’t stay, so as to reach out and touch you someplace else-
Where do memories go when you want to move on?
How can you move on with the memories still etched deep into the back of your mind, the good, the bad and the ugly.
I’m stuck. Like a broken record, looping around on repeat, skipping past some of the words in the song, and going back to the start. A false hope that you will somehow loop around and make your way back to me.”

– dejalex 
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