The Man In My Past
The man in my past,
I met him in the quiet of the field,
Where sunlight poured like honey on his face.
He was there, laughing at nothing and everything,
And the world felt softer around him.
He walked with a lightness I envied,
Every step like it belonged to him alone.
I watched from a distance, spellbound,
Not knowing that soon he would be mine.
We shared glances that lasted too long,
Smiles that spoke more than words ever could.
His hand brushed mine,
And the ground beneath seemed to hum.
I felt a warmth I didn’t know I could feel.
The sun set one day like a slow fire,
And I realized I would remember him forever.
Every touch, every smile, every word
Was carved into my heart,
Like the footprints we left in the soft earth.
When he left, the field felt empty,
The wind seemed to whisper his name.
But I carry him everywhere,
In the way I smile at small wonders,
In the way my heart still remembers him.
He was the man in my past,
But not a shadow, a light,
I loved him then, I remember him now,
And some loves are too true to ever fade.
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