
So many things Flood back to my mind Each time I think of you A song on the radio you sang to A favorite brand of liquor to drink A stranger holding a cigarette like you did The slightest whiff of your cologne drifting by All these hundreds of flashbacks Seriously hamper my ability to move on To forget lost chances To regret not following you To imagine what it would take for you to come back Foolish thoughts of a washed-up mind You were never mine to have And I was a fool to ever believe I could
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – hamper