by Alexandra Andreopoulos
Nostalgia hits under the oak tree
On a perfect day
Footprints of ink over my street
They spell out your name
Moments appear to me like a puzzle piece
in the shape of your heartbeats
Take a peek at the good times
you wish were forever long
Now turn the pillow
Don’t try to wake
Because your dreams are the perfect place
Sleeping at night
Entangled in day
The memories start to slip away
How can you be here
If I can’t see you next to me
Is this real or only a memory?
Known it’s the past, but feels like a present
open me up, then take me out of it
Say you’ll remember me
But it’s only a memory
As I slowly forget
tomorrow it will wash away
The sun shines through the curtains on my face
and it’s another day