I don't remember.
It is not because I don't want to,
It is because I can't,
Those memories, those recollections,
They don't exist,
There is nothing,
But empty spaces, silent moments,
That stretch for hours days and years.
I feel like I have been stolen from,
Like I left a door open,
A window slightly ajar, a key in the lock,
And someone slipped in,
Raping my mind, stealing what they could find,
But what are they worth to others?
They have their own,
Why would they need mine?
I long to reminisce,
To daydream of what I miss,
To picture that and picture this,
Replace what is amiss,
I wish I could remember who and when,
How and why, now and then,
Of playing games, of lets pretend,
Of days out and days in,
But…
I guess when they are gone,
They are forever gone,
Lost in time, lost in the spaces in-between,
Lost in living life, in continuing,
And even though there are new ones to be made,
News ones with meanings and something to say,
They are short lived, snippets of time,
For they will never replace,
What has been lost,
And what has been left behind.
