I can't even remember exactly
when this had happened.
Its been years and memories away
yet I still remember. vaguely.
However, the most painfullest of it all
is the last image I always see.
This thing of the past
is holding me back from so many things.
Sometimes I just cannot help but cry.
I cry out of hopelessness.
I cry out of heartache.
I cry because this feeling
is one of the few things that I can truly feel anymore.
I am just so out of touch.
I want to feel love without doubts.
Time doesn't seem to heal a thing.
Time is not even burying it.
It has its grasp on me
and its clenching at my heart.
It will always be a memory.
A part of me.
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