Zander William Pearson

Memories.
They come to me.
Speak to me.
I listen.

They remind of life.
Love.
Happiness.
Hurt.

And through memories.
I wonder,
If they are not only just memories.
If they are real.

I again can feel that life,
The love,
The happiness,
The hurt

And as I feel,
What I had felt.
I no longer separate
Now from then

And when I do
I must bring the past
Back with me
To the present.

Try again,
At what I had hoped for
Failed
Given up.

And though I long for the past,
I need still embrace the future.
But I do not wish to interfere
And what’s behind me, and what’s ahead of me

Lie untouched