I tried to remember who I was before you, Only to find a vault of memories I no longer had access to. I could see her from afar, but she was no longer me, So close but I couldn’t find the key. If only I could reach out and touch her, I could be the old version for just a moment. What’s

My life is like a flickering candle so weak any slit of wind can darken my luminous world so here I go once more my world clashing downward into da depth of solitude as much as I hold back so much pain I held I'm shock my heart can still expand and pump regularly -JMD- #poetryart #poetryoflos