Back to Reality

Just when I think I am over you, I find something that was yours. A letter, a t-shirt. I am taken back to a time when I was yours and you were mine, the love so new. Butterflies everytime you would call, now my heart is heavy. I panic if I think I see you. I play out scenarios in my head of what it would be like if I saw you again. I know it will never happen. All we had in common was each other. I see in my mind you moving on with someone new and I know that's how it's supposed to be, but I still take myself back to the time when I was yours and you were mine. That's my joy. Without that it's back to reality where you are just a ghost from my past. A story I might tell one day. . . . .