Where should I start?
When I am caught up in the middle.
Between moving on and holding back.
I don’t want to think.
Because the past is out but my soul’s holding still.
Totally haunted by old flame.
A love that’s long gone and over.
But some pieces of it remained.
I’m bothered and troubled.
Tried to avoid it but the more I am wounded.
Is this the upshot of holding back?
I asked myself, “Was my love not enough?”
Was I never enough?