Sometimes

A poem that explains why I have no storage left in my camera roll.

Sometimes, I scroll through the old pictures of you I couldn't find it in myself to delete from my phone.

And I wonder, if I had loved you then, as I love you now, would it have been different?

Sometimes, I notice myself staring too long into your eyes.

And I wonder, if you can see that love this time?

Sometimes, I find myself imagining what it would be like to hold you close and kiss you until I've lost my breath.

But then I realise,

It's all in my head,

And I'm still just staring,

At an old picture of you,

Wishing we had had longer,

So the pictures would become of us,

Rather than some other versions of us two.

Reviews

[MayHeartsYou]

Is it really still love now, or is just longing for the more simple times of the past? Or maybe lingering regret, shaped like desire? Don't let yourself misappropriate what you're feeling into a spiral, if that makes sense. Just something to think about. The feeling of losing yourself in the past is something very familiar to me... but no kisses or decisions of today can change what's already happened. Today's decisions only dictate where we'll be tomorrow. Hindsight is always 20/20. Super easy to look back and say "I could have been better/done more", but you should have faith that you did your best with what you were working with back then. Keep your chin up, my pensive poet, even if tomorrow is gray. They can't all be gray from now until the end of time, sometimes tomorrows will shine even brighter than those old pictures.

[ETERNITY]

You have to be a chick. I always see all my lovers in poems like this.
But guys don't think like this.
Except one. Only one. He wrote me hundreds, maybe a thousand poems and stories over the years.
But, of course, as D'Artagnan says, "No! There is none but I! Mademoiselle!"
I love writing that puts me in a think tank. Thanks!