The years have closed in.
Reality, yeah, it begins.
To slow all the memories,
Of what truly has been.
As the mind drifts back.
The heart, It stops, In it's track.
To what really, we lacked.
The anger and hurt was nothing new.
However, it was definitely our clue.
To stop and listen.
Address the issues, instead, we withdrew.
And now, here we are.
Years worth of many scars.
How did we ever, drift this far,
From ourselves and our hearts?
Leaving our love in the air.
Lingering like the smoke, From a cigar.
Watching it, disappear.
Inspirelations 