An Unopened Book
A Stranger with my memories
When I look at you,
I do not know who I see.
You are not the person who,
Who you used to be.
It is amazing,
surprising to me,
You are just a stranger,
with my memories.
If ever someone asked,
If I knew you.
I no would be my reply,
to speak my truth.
Sometimes I wonder,
how all this can be.
You are a stranger now,
with my memories .
Memories are fading fast,
It is getting harder to recall.
Disappearing one by one,
soon I won't know you at all.
I guess that this is the way,
it is really meant to be.
Living life as strangers,
with our memories.
Once I would just lay alone,
Reliving each and every one.
It is difficult to think,
All we should have done.
It is getting better now
Easier than it used to be,
Knowing you are a stranger,
with my memories.
Once I would cherish,
what love seemed to be,
Memories of the love of us,
Love that seems just a dream
I guess this is how it is,
supposed to be.
You are just a stranger now,
with my memories.
I do not know who I see.
You are not the person who,
Who you used to be.
It is amazing,
surprising to me,
You are just a stranger,
with my memories.
If ever someone asked,
If I knew you.
I no would be my reply,
to speak my truth.
Sometimes I wonder,
how all this can be.
You are a stranger now,
with my memories .
Memories are fading fast,
It is getting harder to recall.
Disappearing one by one,
soon I won't know you at all.
I guess that this is the way,
it is really meant to be.
Living life as strangers,
with our memories.
Once I would just lay alone,
Reliving each and every one.
It is difficult to think,
All we should have done.
It is getting better now
Easier than it used to be,
Knowing you are a stranger,
with my memories.
Once I would cherish,
what love seemed to be,
Memories of the love of us,
Love that seems just a dream
I guess this is how it is,
supposed to be.
You are just a stranger now,
with my memories.
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A Stranger with my memories
A Stranger with my memories
