I Remember. Poem by Rhea Smith

Drops of water streak in familiar paths
Begging for happiness between the gaps
Watching what I've lost and forgotten pass
Won't let myself think the thoughts I want to ask
Why do I forget these things? Why can't I just reach and grasp?
My closest friends are gone and have forgotten
Or maybe they weren't as close as I once was led to believe
Friendships stolen by simple lines
Forgiveness rejected despite old times
And finally I let these memories unwind
And beg the present to the past rewind.