Years

The years rolled by, you've aged now;
Your buck teeth smile now shows a little less,
Your lips curve still, but your dimple no longer shows,
You no longer laugh like you used to;
Do you still cry at night?
I wouldn’t know, I suppose;
Only now, I can no longer comfort you,
Only now, we don't stay up all night talking to each other,
We grew apart, you’ve found someone else;
Someone else to talk to remind you of your eminence;
Someone else to assure you that all will be well;
You are happy with your life,
I see it from afar;
I’m happy for you;
I built my own life, one not graced by your touch,
But not one that is uninfluenced by your virtue;
I was happy, but just not as much as I wished I were,
Remember when I said that I'd love you, always?
I haven't stopped holding up to that, dear;
I bear not an ounce of regret in me;
For love doesn't begin or end with possession,
Love transcends these barriers.

We live a little differently now;
I no longer write like I used to;
I lack inspiration, perhaps;
You no longer listen to your old favourite band,
Do the memories bite?
Remember my jar of memories?
They're filled with remnants of us;
I sometimes look through them at night;
As I yearn one last conversation,
I suppose the fuel that lit our friendship,
Burned into cinders, and from the ashes,
Only the remnants remain,
Bittersweet;
I suppose it's better to have loved completely and lost,
Then to have never loved;
At least I now know what it feels like.

The years have rolled by;
Only the memories remain of a life once lived;
Memories of a song no longer sung,
Memories of the brighter kind,
Ones that keep me awake at night,
Not mourning what I could never attain,
Rather,
Cherishing what I once had.