Them.

Is this the feeling
Will it fade?
I dont want it to fade
I have stepped back
To see it whole

Like burning cigarettes in my hands
Precious and Fragile
Must let go
Let them burn away
If i hold on any longer, we will both burn in pain.

Is it right to substitute them?
Replace them?
Forget them.
Lose them

You shouldnt have let them go
Will they ever return
Only the clouds know
And they whisper amongst themselves
But never tell me
I know this feeling now

It was beautiful.
It should have been much more.