On the people who live on in our hearts
Sometimes at night I dream about past loves
People my heart attached to for a season
Like my heart is wandering
It has a photographic memory of those it shared space with for a while
Like part of them is still in there
And it’s calling them back to me just to remember
I wonder if in a perfect world
I could just sit side by side with each of them for a moment
And just smile at the collective memories
Of who we were at that exact time
About what brought our hearts together
And what led them apart