Haunting...

A Kiss, a Touch,
A Hope, a Dream.
A Beginning, an End…
A promise broken,
A tear so sweet…
I whisper your name.
Wanting, needing, but having not.
Oh how bittersweet this fairytale was,
But all fairytales have an end it seems...
So,
New stories must be written.
For the old ones to fade,
Fade but not disappear.
For once you’ve felt the sweet touch of love,
It cannot be forgotten…
It may be pushed aside,
But its memory is always haunting.
Always calling…