There is a habit I learned from you

a habit more like an illision

‎to hide my deepest feelings

behind a set of walls

to lock them away

so far away

‎that they are almost out of reach to even me

the problem is that every time we talk those feelings come out

tormenting my memory once more

reminding me of the time we had,

days we spent the beautiful after

noons and star lit nights together