I’ll never see
The girl you used to be
What you meant to me
Lost for eternity
—
Decades dropped like dimes
Turntable spins through time
Just like the old love song
Baby come back but
She’s gone, gone, gone
Long gone
—
The tune is in the jukebox
But our love is locked inside
Once it played on repeat
Once we danced to love’s beat
Now we can’t find the love seat
In the living room of our lives
the imagery in this poem is very good! a plausible mix of melancholy, yearning, and resignation. thanks for sharing!
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