how easily I forget about goodbye
when he approaches with love
in his eyes
how easily the good memories return
and our bodies fit together as if
we had never shattered
how easy it is for my heart
to love him,
for my words to
find his lips,
for my eyes to see magic
in what no longer exists.
I’m the saddest person
falling in love again
with the potential in a boy
who’s yet to become the man
I need.
A.P. Bastian 