Saturday, June 26, 2010

MEMORIES OF YOU

A walk down the street,
Saying hi to old friends I meet,
Brings back memories of you,
And all the things we use to do.

I pass by the pottery store,
Filled now with vase and pots of flowers galore,
¿La compramos, Negrita? – Your voice I can hear,
And suddenly my eyes are flooded with brand new tears.

No so much returns to me,
Of times when happy we use to be.
It seems just like yesterday you were here,
Then I had everything and there was nothing to fear.

So, I walk in a trance every now and then,
Realizing the love I have for you will never end,
Because you showed me what real love could be,
And because one day you said you loved me.

Brenda A. Ysaguirre
Copyright 2010

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