Old Times
 
You’re on my mind again,
I’m hating it,
Because I said I wouldn’t look back,
And now you’re back in my head.
 
I remember the old times,
The good and the bad,
Remember all the things you’ve said,
The things we’ve done.
 
Your voice resounds in my head,
And I close my eyes and listen,
To all the sweet words you’ve said.
 
I open my eyes and look
At a picture of us.
I close my eyes again and feel,
The tender touch of your hands,
How you put your arms around me,
How it felt to be with you.
 
Remember those days when we were close,
When everything felt so right,
When I pushed away everything that was wrong?
 
I wish back a better version of these times,
And cry myself to sleep.
 
© D.M.K.