Tuesday, June 24, 2014

A Dying Love Story

She held him softly in a waltz pose 
and whispered do you remember our first dance?

Flashes of their wedding day appeared in their minds,
 but she remembered their actual first dance
 in the rain he stopped the car to dance with her
 simply because she had requested it.

She then said I wish we can go back there.

Not because he had failed her but 
because she had failed him, 
or maybe somewhere down their life together
 they had failed each other.

Maybe it was to easy, 
maybe they thought that their love could never be moved.
It's that very thought that left the memory of love 
in theirs hearts be stronger than
 the love they should've shared today.

She closed her eyes and clinged to his body,
 the body that had protected,
 loved and cared for her for several years
 hoping that she could fly back to the start,
 she knows what she could've done differently.

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