Habits of love

March 10, 2016

I was loved,
In turn I loved too.
Now we are apart
And I can't see through.
There were things;
Yes, things made up our love.
There were things;
Things that shared our love.
There were things,
She liked when I got them.
There were things
I liked when she got them.
She is gone now,
Maybe, we'll never be together.
The things we shared
Are still there though;
The gifts she wanted,
The films we shared,
The benches we sat in
And the paths we walked.
Maybe, she is not really gone;
Maybe, it would have been same,
The memories would never change,
The paths will be the same.
I'll grow old
Love will stay young,
Young forever,
As it used to be.