barefoot

barefoot on an empty street,
half past ten,
just myself and the memory of you.

the chill in the air feels like freedom,
but I've never been the type to leave,
just myself on an empty street,
alone with the memory of you.

I'd go inside,
but the night calls me,
holding me,
understanding inaudibly.

moving on feels hopeless,
daytime unforgiving,
"why can't you get over it",
just myself and the memory of you.

Reviews

[Navigator]

Love is a tough thing. Though we move on, love will never let us forget.

[Najam Us Saher]

You expressed your feelings very nicely. I can understand how you might be feeling...

[lostinthewaves]

As always thank you so much for reviewing, it means a lot to me

[Najam Us Saher]

You're most welcome. ☺