memories

People change
so do thoughts.
But on the unguarded moments of the future
memories come, those of the past.

They hunt you down,
no mercy
create total chaos in the mind
like a wild storm.

And hope awakes
hope for return
of those times in the past
together.

There isn't enough distraction
to block out the memories and they come,
create a craving so deep
craving for the past.

Craving for someone, something
craving for just a call or a message
yearning for a hug, a kiss
yearning for you.

'come back to me'
is what I want to say
things will change
is what I want to shout

I want to hold you in my strongest embrace
never let you go
kiss you with the sweetest kiss
so show what I feel

tell you that we'll be fine
that everything will be right
as it should be
but it won't.

it takes two to form what's left of us
not just one
and hope and patience will always take its part
for now, tomorrow, ever.