I think I may live with too many walls around me.

The thought of him

Still gives me butterflies...

He lingers when I least expect it.

Maybe I have lost myself?

I have perfectly framed images

In my mind of you,

Faces of your love surround me

But, my tears ...

My tears are so real 

My heart feels 

When I think of you.

No hiding,

Just clear moments of once was.

Maybe he is my star...

That my soul tells me 

To follow every night.

The sky above

The silent grey mornings

Light and dark

My first true love.

A continuous love...

I think I might still love him...

In my own...quiet way