The Hall of Memories

Flashbacks of the good old days keep playing in my head

I can think of nothing but when it all started

Those carefree days when all I would do is weave dreams

Dreams starring just you and me

Subliminally I believed that we were meant to be

Never thinking of the days I would have to see

If reality would turn out to be a harsh contrary

Time can be such a relentless thief

Stealing away my days of bliss

And leaving behind a sea of grief

For now you’ve gone away

Without giving me even a day

To see you for one last time

And the red rose which I shall have owned shan’t be mine

Instead I was given its stalk

Which too was adorned, but with thorns

I regularly walk into the hall of memories

Where I can watch those wonderful moments being replayed

Where I can forever stare into you hazel eyes

Where you can take my breath away, just by smiling that everlasting smile

Being with you is wishful thinking

Therefore it is futile to be reminiscing.

Standing at the threshold, I look back over my shoulders

To catch one last glimpse of all those diamond-studded days

Knowing that my heart shall never be satisfied,

I pulled shut the door to the hall of memories.