Looking Back

It pains me to see her, Walking alone. And it pains me that, Our love had shone, Brighter than any star or light, Purer than a soft, winter night. I miss her, indeed, Every aspect of her. From her laugh to her smile, To the way we were. And as she walks on, In my solitary world, The past and future play, And the memories twirl. For in my own world, The past is still pure. And we're back to the time, When love was the cure.