What’s with the view?
I asked myself.
That caught so much of my attention.
I looked back and there I found.
An old memory of ours.
Picture perfectly engraved in my heart.
Gathered my senses.
Piece by piece.
Gasped for air as I started to move.
I approached it with all that’s left of me.
Little by little.
Step by step.
It felt so heavy, tormenting as I go.
But I insisted – I still gave it a try.
With hope in my heart that I’ll reach it eventually.
Alas! I did it.
Such a relief.
I reached that old memory – our story.
My heart flustered and bothered at the same time.
I started to breathe fast.
Like something is pulling me back.
And it doesn’t feel right.
So I took a step backward.
But the pain is lingering from deep within.
I took a little step more.
Then more and more again.
Little did I know.
I was back there.
From where I started.
Far from that old memory – I so longed for.
And right there I realized.
Yes, it was just a memory.
A treasured thoughts from the past.
Something I can’t hold on to.
Couldn’t bring back along with me.
Because time and time alone can tell.
If that memory of ours is still worth keeping for.
I will definitely know it for sure.
But for now – all I can take are stolen glances.
Without having the intention of bringing it all back.
So I took a step – a step forward.
And a little step more.
Then more and more.
Until such a time.
I’ll never turn back again.