I feel betrayed by memories of you.
They whisper that you couldn't be so mean.
They keep me waiting for the morning dew,
When you return and make my heart reveal
That nothing's changed, although you seem gone,
You didn't mean to hurt me or betray.
I hope you prove that something just went wrong
And that you care still - so far away.
My memories of you just torture me.
They leave me hopes, they recharge my heart.
But your last words delivered misery.
I heard them, yes. But there is that But.
The But that says that maybe he was hurt.
The But that says he tried, although failed.
The But that says he didn't mean his words,
He cares still. He'll come or write email.
Or calls... Or texts...
There are so many ways
To keep in touch
And to undo the pain...
My memories of you are still too much...
Too much of you within me,
Just the same.
17/10/2015