those nights

August 11, 2023

those long nights by the lake

those beautiful blue eyes

they were almost as bright as mine you would tell me

those shimmering stars

glowing like the way my necklace did in your hands

the way you would run your hands through your hair

it reminded me of something i missed

something i wanted

something i craved

something special

i cried over those nights

i cried and cried for the day those nights would come back

those nights riding our bikes through the town

those nights watching the sunset

those nights sitting by the lake

those nights carving our names into the tree just for it to soon be withered and covered with moss

those nights never came back

i miss those nights

so long ago

i miss those memories

but i dont miss you.

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