Looking Back At the Past

I stared along the littered street, Recalled a former time, Remembered walking hand in hand, One day when you were mine. And then I gasped and looked again - I saw us standing there, A younger you was kissing me, I told myself,’ Beware.’ I stood alone and watched us kiss, And couldn’t change the past: The way we parted had to be; Our love would never last. I blinked my tears and saw us fade And once more you were gone: The age old sense of loss intense, I sighed and carried on.