Nostalgia

Flying back into the past,
Standin where I was months before,
Regret slowly burns the soul.

A different way to end the story,
Turn back time, for that one last time
I will steal your breath away,
Hold you tight, rejoice that you were mine.

For the last time, take me back,
Let me look into those eyes,
and say, "I love you, you are mine...."
Alas ! Now I can never make you smile.

Flying back into the past,
Standin where I was months before,
I realize, a proper goodbye was never told.