A haunting melody....
Hear it?
Can you hear it?
The sound of our past.
It's fading, fading...
To a memory.
A memory to be cherished,
For years to come.
We live each day with promises of new.
Forgetting the one's we've already kept.
Storing them away in the back of our minds.
Accomplished. Ours. Forever.
Always.
This memory, a link to the past. Will now rest. Here, in my heart.
That is now opened up once more...
We go through each day.
As if it's just any other, but is it really?
Should we not live in a randomized style?
Take any chance thrown at us for something new?
And interesting?
This memory, it's here. Here with me, and only me. Of you...
We say to ourselves, to not cry.
To be strong, but crying,
We forget is a strength as well.
Not forgotten, this memory. But no longer living as strongly as it had...
We cry.
Cry for loss.
Cry for gain.
Cry.
But,
But.
We always move forward
I move forward.
To new beginnings.
And slowly form the inevitable ending.
The beginning.
Beginning.
