When I go
Back to
My hometown,
Every now,
And then,
I cannot
Help thinking
Of you,
And of
The things
Bygone:
The moments
We spent
Together,
The dreams
We had,
The hopes
We shared,
The smiles,
And the laughters.
I cannot
Help thinking
Of all
Those things,
And smile.
And when
I recall
The tears,
And the sighs,
The sorrows,
And the pains,
I wonder:
Was I wrong
To leave you,
And not
To carry you
With me,
When I left?
I recall
Those days,
And regret
The wrong
Decisions
That I made,
In haste:
Should I have?
Or should
I not?
But I
Cannot change
Anything now.
Nothing that
I can do
Except
To recall
The memory.
Nothing left,
For me,
Except
Some visions
From the past,
And the pain
That remains
Somewhere
In my heart
Floating tenderly,
But painfully
As well,
When I go
Back to
My hometown,
Every now,
And then.