Forest Of Memories Poem by Alexander Foald

I look up to the forest of memories
Where all the things around begun
Nothing I see so different than last time
When we talked and saw each other

The world still calls out the days
Sidewalks empty and nobody realizes
Dreams would come as far as one wants
Had not reality ever exist in the first place

You, among the beautiful monkeys in the forest
Seem unknown of the view before your eyes
My apology is written on my face and yet to be told
Until the day you’d understand why we went so far away