Last September

I felt something today that I hadn’t felt in years.
It was a feeling of content and joy and not one followed by tears.
A sentiment that echoed through my soul.
A memory I had paid to forget with an incredible toll.
I felt my knees grow weak and my palms begin to sweat.
My pulse began to quicken and my brow became wet.
I couldn’t walk, talk, let alone move a hair.
I was stopped in my tacks and all I could do was stare.
There you stood as lovely as I could remember.
You looked as as lovely as you did our last September.
You passed right by me as I stood to the side.
The smell of your hair still reminiscent of the ocean tide.
I wanted to reach out and say all the things I never said.
I wanted to tell you that my life wasn’t the same and my heart was dead.
But once again I thought to what could be a future between you and I.
I thought of what I would give up if I would let you walk by.
And once again I decided it was for the best.
I decided again to let you go like all the rest.