Maya Hanson (mye3 poet)


A Love That Was Returned


I tell myself
tell you behind my mind
That behind this wall
I store my memories

And I can’t find
And you can’t find
A love
that’s returnable,
A love
that’s forever

Killed me for a while
until I pulled back
Still remember when you caught me, I was
Watching you for a while

And I can’t find
And you can’t find
A love
that’s returnable,
A love
that’s forever

I reassure myself
it’s no big deal
But it’s moving faster
Now I can’t hold back

I couldn’t find
You couldn’t find
A love
that was returnable,
A love
that was forever

As we looked
all those years
For a love
that was returned

And now we feel it too
More than you
ever did
all these years
I feel it now

Submitted: Sunday, July 07, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 09, 2013

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