Blur

Blurry is how I see you now
behind a veil of fading memories
and rainy weather.

How easily promises are abandoned,
sweet whispers no longer words,
but reminders of lost want.

An expired guarantee
of us.

Blurry is how I see you now,
as I trace our footsteps down that one street,
lean on those doors,
stand still for a minute
and remember.