I'm around the corner from something that is real;
nearer to unfamiliar I pause to capture how I feel.
A scent that reminds me of something I may have once known,
although I can't remember how it felt to want to be alone.
Where time once stood to mark the memories of my soul,
I now use the pieces of love that were once whole.
If this is love that is becoming,
it caught me by surprise while away from it I was running.
What's this feeling that keeps on returning,
can I use this smile for discerning?
Heaven's wisdom connects my heart with what I wanted to forget,
it seems that heaven doesn't want me to let go of something I might regret.
What happens next is not what I planned,
what happens next is in the Creator's hand.