Gatsby

They say that you can’t repeat the past,

But what if that part of your past comes back

And you greet it with a kind hello

Sending neurons firing from left to right

In that lovely brain of yours,

And they paint you pictures from your life

When your past was your present,

And I was your future.

 

When you saw her again

Did you feel anything at all?

Did you feel an ache in your chest,

Or feel Longing’s embrace?

Did your heart begin to race?

Did you try to remember the taste of her kiss?

Was the thought of me easily dismissed?

Did your mind go blank once she smiled at you?

Oh, what wouldn’t I give or do

To know if that part of your past

Has lost its grip on you.

 

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