I look at you and realize
You can’t repeat the past
I can feel the heat of your breath
As you dig your head into my shoulder
We’ve grown
But the excitement’s gone
A picturesque teenager romance
Backseat lovers that walked hand in hand
Beware of time
For it slips away
Turning romantic passion
Into daily routine
There’s still love and respect, don’t get me wrong
But where has all the passion gone?
You come to visit me, haven’t seen you in a week
A hug followed by a cold kiss, we pull out our phones
I look at you and I can tell
This spring’s not like last year’s
In the darkest corners
I keep looking for the broken pieces
The ink on all the love letters has dried out
Black letters on sheet of paper
Now we just say goodnight
Without any special delight
We accepted it
The broken pieces laid out in front of us
At least we still cuddle
But not that tight
And I can tell
This spring’s not like last year’s
© Pascal Schlag 2023-09-01