The voice in me

There is a world that I find myself in, time and time again. Because it has you in it.

In a different universe, perhaps in another life ,we could have made it work. Atleast that’s how I imagine it

A life cut short , a dream quickly aborted , leaving behind many questions maybe a few regrets as well.

Beautiful it would have been but time proved us wrong and has kept us forever distant.

We will never know,do we need to know?  Or what we know is already enough.

But it was beautiful while it lasted.

Loving you always from a distant.

A little poem I found myself writing today. Maybe I do have room to love again at some point in my life. Why else would I feel like writting about love?

Cheers !