All of us have memories. And sometimes a place, a song, a word or a picture is all that’s needed to bring them rushing back; the good, the bad and the beautiful — all of it.
That smile I adore? I wish that was for me.
Those eyes that sparkle? I wish they did that when they fell on me.
That charm which rids people of all worries? I wish you tried it on me.
The shoulder you lend me to cry on? I wish they were mine to hold.
The fingers that trace my palms? I wish they were entwined with mine forever.
The love that you feel for her? I crave that you feel for me.
Beneath all my smiles, all the fears, all the snuggles, all my tears, is a love that’ll never fade.
That love which you’ll never know.