Looking back the words they choke and almost make you cry
These small things
Just reminders that amaze you
Unbelievable the way they use to care
But what goes up must come down
And shards they do
They are forever scattered about your life
They hold such power these small pieces of a life
Sometimes they are enough to make you grab hold and refuse to let go
Just as you hold on to them
These memories
The way you reminisce holds you captive
Trapped in a time
Before the whys and how’s
Can you really get it back?
I don’t think anyone knows
So we sit collecting
Collecting these shards of memory
Not thinking of the life they once comprised
Or seeing the new life they have become
It’s so hard to decide
A prison or a safe haven
Knowing at some point you have to let go
These beautiful shards now ageless in our mind
Priceless we say
But can anyone ever let go of the other half of the life
The shards we claim we don’t save
The lost arguments the apologizes we never receive
Can we stop fending for ourselves?
And learn to trust again
Can we still remense?
With out the bitter taste of better days left behind
I don’t think Ill ever know