I found some lost memories this last night.
Peeling back the wrinkled folds in the paper
I find promises made and not kept.
Were they all lies when you wrote them?
You looked so sad, sorry, and maybe sincere.
But now I look at these empty words and break inside.
If only the dreams you wrote could have been our reality.
But you told me to focus on the now, look to the future
So I will cleanse myself of these reminders.