I take a walk to help me answer all the questions on my mind. The air is cold the wind is blowing I walk down the street to your old house. The air I breath it seems to hold all the memories in my heart. With every breath that passes through me I cry a tear for what we shared. And so I cry and as I'm walking I hear your voice speaking in the wind. The song I loved the voice that calmed me or could it just be a car passing by? I see your house and it brings back all the times that we had shared. I close my eyes and try to imagine that you are with me at my side. But you're not and now I realize that you are never coming back. I put my hands back in my pockets and walk back home alone in the dark.
Reason for writing:
Love is a weird thing, often defying all meaning or explanation. Words seldom do justice to what we feel, and we all have our own little ways for dealing with it.
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