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Those things we can’t say with words:
Lost memories bundled with heartache,
End up on the table as distant glances.
Behind each lies the message,
I didn’t want to walk away.

That was then. This is now.

Without words the sickness grew,
A dark tunnel with no end.
Two hearts–not three, I tell myself.
But nothing eases the loss,
Nothing heals the wound.

That was then. This is now.

Walk with me away from the past,
Let’s rewrite our last chapter with smiles,
Late night movies and popcorn for two.
Our hearts will thanks us for it
And maybe we’ll find our way back.

This is now. Now is all I want.


© Amanda Makepeace