• poetrybybella 5w

    "Our" places

    I stroll through "our" places.
      Memories bring me back to the past.
      How did our bodies were connecting,
      and from our catched two hands.

      I started from that path,
    where the end of "our" path was.
    And where we were starting from.
    my new route was ending.

      I'm trying to take time back,
      not that he would bring me back there
      nor to remind me of the pain
      and that you only brought me fear.
    ©poetrybybella