to love, again

hello -

no love lost, so 
thank you.

the memories of us
still okay in my mind
from time to time 

it's okay. 

that's another
laugh another
smile another
moment of feeling...
...I'll cherish forever

Forever. Not us.

love will come again...

we will love again
...and remember...
how it is to be loved

...to love, again.

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