Heart Strings

Memory

It would be but a waste
To try and look back
On the moments we had;
Be it happy or sad.

It already ended.

And no,
It isn't some music box
With a cheerful tone
That could be winded up
Over and over again.

And it surely isn't
Some silly puzzle game
You could simply replay
With your old or new friends.

It's something far more
Disappointing.
Possibly revolting.
Quite antagonizing.
Immensely unsatisfying.

It's a mere moment
Currently fleeting.

It's something you know that will pass.
It's something you know that won't last.
It's something that came up so fast
That you didn't have time to react
Because it all ended in a flash.

You can capture it in a photo
Maybe even a video.
But after that,
It's simply an echo.
A passing cameo.
Right in your mind
Where you will only find
If you remember it vividly.

But even so,
It will replay
And will soon come to disarray.
Then, in flowers, will it lay.

I could try all that I can
To preserve the memory I want to last;
The memory of the two of us.
But I already feel it fading.
See, you don't even bother recalling.

But, who knows?
Maybe after all this time,
The thing I was meant to do
Was to forget you.

And maybe,
That's what I will come to do.