Memories

Your happiness is a well of memories

He's always on your mind

The thought of his smile is a rejuvenating memory 

And you hate having to have left it behind 

You know it's for the best

But you can't help but ponder 

What would have happened if you confessed?

Would he have wanted you to stay longer? 

You remember his voice

A melody that gave you utter bliss 

You'll always regret the choice

Of not giving him a single kiss

However, six months have flown by

And your well is starting to run dry

This poem is about: 
Me

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