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
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem