Poem By Felix Lugo

Seems like we let time come between us. Remember the last time we talked? We exchanged words and laughter. It was a good feeling. It was a great time. We shared a moment of memory that would be stored away and resurface when needed. Along the way we lost track of the importance of communication. Our relation went from relevant to disconnected. I wonder who is more affected? Who let influences of time determine that there isn't time for at least a moment? When seconds turns to hours and that quickly turned to years of empty echoes. I never let go but I rarely made an attempt to reconnect. Close yet so far. We both let this separation get the best of our hearts. When you stare and think of what to do. I want you to remember that I do think the same as you. I wonder what happened to us? The love we had for even a moment is lost. Where has our communication gone?

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A nice write... Keep it up... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too.. Naila

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