What's there to talk about love...

Everyone asks me why we don't talk anymore,
Guess the language of love lost its sounds and words along the path of silence...

Everyone wonders why we don't meet anymore,
Your love that came through glances lasting few seconds, was probably enough for this life...

Everyone assumes that our love is dead and gone,
But in the moments when we think of each other, isn't love alive and singing somewhere....

Backspace!

Loving him was probably the easier part...
She has no answers or reasons for why...
She never thought it would be tough to move on...
How much ever she cries or tries...

It still burns her soul deep inside...
Even after they let go and walked away...
For what she once felt and cherished...
Her heart is still being made to pay...

She constantly stops herself from reaching out to him...
Yet, it kills her to end it without a care...
The phases when he disappears from her life....
Feels as if a slice of her is lost somewhere...

He flows from her thoughts to the dreams...
When she closes her eyes for the night...
Like someone holding on to their last breath to live...
She seems to hold on to his memories tight...

The overwhelming emotions that tug at her heart...
The tears that flow down from her eyes...
The quite hope that still lives in the corners of her life...
The Backspace should have ended this story, if those were lies...