That Song...

That Song...

As the midnight clock ticks in,

I feel the tears rolling down my chin;

Listening to the song that once made my life,

A living fantasy;

I now realize, I'm back where I started.

It’s like the time capsule has frozen my feelings,

And all these days, I had just moved on

 With the physical time.

As I listen to the song yet again,

I feel my heart getting transported;

Back to the time, where I felt

 Alive in all aspects.

But now, my heart is just an empty hole

And I’m unable to fill it up,

With any new hope.

My world around me is in total chaos,

Yet here I am, walking down

The memory lane...

And everything just slows down.

I can re-see all those moments,

That we shared together,

With precise clarity.

But when the song plays its last verse

And finally comes to an end;

I’m pulled back to the current time.

And all I’m left now is a track,

Of dried up tears and a time,

That can never be returned.

Note: Everybody has a song that is attached to a certain piece of memory that holds a special place in their heart. When we listen to that song, automatically that memory starts playing and replaying through our minds. Sometimes it brings happiness and sometimes such memories just hurt.


Shared with: poetry pantry, poetry jam