I can’t comprehend how we tend to forget. To move on and, never look back. Never to truly see or, even understand why some things happened and, how we act. I wish I could understand, why it never crossed my mind to look back. Maybe that’s why I’m now breaking apart. Filled with wishes that could have occurred if, only I had glanced back to see my unique truth. A simple peek to what I was but, never can be.
Away in oblivion, it’s where they lie. Awaiting their end for they know it comes with mine. Never in fear, hoping for my call. They’ll never leave me for, they can’t. These are the moments encased in my time, destined to follow my same path.
As I lay on my bed, they are all I want. My most precious possession; the one I forgot I have. Earnest desire comes from my soul to relieve some of them even in some enchanted form.
These are the moments I’ll never have again. As I close my eyes, I become the spectator of my past. This feeling on my chest and, tears down my face comes from within the pain in my heart. All because I never thought of my past, never gave it a moment to teach me something grand.
I wish now in this perishing life for one more chance. A chance to relieve but, this time looking back. What a foolish desire the one I now have, knowing I’m breaking apart.
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