Poor your dreams into words Touch the wish I carry on my lips Let me feel the featherlight stroke of your memory Of me and you Of the us that never was Of the us that should’ve been Of the us that I keep longing for Of the us that might be Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related PoemOf Me & You Image