When I think of what was,
There is a shudder,
An awakening.
Twofold it engulfs me,
Excitement of memories,
Fear of realisation,
That it is no more.
How do we know,
When the last time
Is the last time.
We don’t.
Aspiring Author & Life Juggler
When I think of what was,
There is a shudder,
An awakening.
Twofold it engulfs me,
Excitement of memories,
Fear of realisation,
That it is no more.
How do we know,
When the last time
Is the last time.
We don’t.