Musings Nostalgia Relationships

The Walk

It seems so vivid,
although it has been too long,
etched in the memory,
like a distant favourite song

That starry summer night,
the holding of hands,
That coy smile..that damned strand

Luscious moonlight on your face
And as we walked to your place…
The hour-glass
ran out of sand.
It was time to let go of the hand

So when we embraced, I didn’t know
It’d be the final let go
That at sunrise you’ll be gone,
And all you’d say is-
“it’s time we moved on”

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