Old

Do I miss you?

Every day.

I miss your sighs, your laughs,

our old café.

Not a day goes by

where I'm not betrayed

by thoughts of you,

in the old arcade.

Night after night,

I sit in the dark,

reminiscing

of our old park.

I'd imagine us,

where we used to go,

under the old tree

to watch the stars glow.

You'd lay with me,

on our backs,

pointing out constellations,

like they were maps.

I can still smell

your old cologne,

a scent of nostalgia,

I've always known.

I can still hear,

our favorite song.

The one we danced to

all night long.

I still have

your old quilt

even now,

despite the wilt.

Remember that time,

we kissed in the rain?

You asked if we could

do it again.

I said yes

because I knew,

that none would ever

compare to you.

So, do I miss you?

What do you think?

You thought my love

could go extinct?

My god,

you were my moon,

I was besotted,

but life was cruel.

Our love was fleeting,

our story; old.

But one that deserves

to be told.

I regret nothing

though I am remiss,

wishing I could go back,

to old days like this.