Stuck in the Present

I'm reminded of my memories,
of you an me, and us,
they surround my mind,
a continual swirl of emotions and memories.
Teasing me with the past
by putting you constantly in front of me.

Harsh reality breaks down the walls I Built!
Meaning that I care, but your memory isolates me,
alone,
stick in the present I miss the past.
The you I knew,
the us that was.

But I shrink cowardly into the corner,
not daring to dream that in the future it would be the same,
for age grips it's toll, loading down,
Yoking childish ideals with maturity,
responsibility and strength.

What I do forms me,
changing how I see life, love, and you.
Willingly, obediently tied to my influences,
I morph abstractedly toward a fixed point.
Which takes me further an further from you.
But I go!
With all my heart mind an soul I go!

but know this;
I will,
I do,
I,
with every chord an fiber of memory,
miss the you i knew, the us that was.