Strangers with memories

It’s 3:09am I’ve been sitting in the dark for hours on end. My head is full to capacity, and still I’m thinking of you frantically. A love once lost but bonded again through time. A love that ultimately was my demise.
It’s 6.30am and I dreamt about you again. How sad is it that I’m only happy in dreams in the end? I’ve got a beautiful life and so much love to give but it’s all wasted so long as your not here. I see that your getting on with your life, moving onto the next person, promising them the same beautiful lie. You don’t have it in you to say a word to me, no longer friends but yet not enemy’s, just strangers with memories.