A new part of me,
nostalgia is,
as each leaf of memory fall,🤧
it tears as though a detachment of a bone from flesh,
dying each moment,
I Imagine you,with someone else,😔
doing the same things we used to do......
Our favourite spot😣,
a place we adored the most,
where our secrets laid,so bare,
but in the safety of our own mind and heart,
the place where enjoyed the view of the city,
with beautiful love songs on the background,
indispensable moments of kissing and lovemaking,
that place...our place....
©traycee
T