I think of then,
Warm memories preserved by time.
How long has it been,
These memories I commited to rhyme?
To read these lyrics from then,
And remember what I once desired.
To clasp the faded pen,
And see what she had once inspired.
How tempting it is to reminisce,
To think of a falsified past.
All faults gone amiss,
Delectable memories are all that last.
My present continues to fade to before,
A second pondered, a second lost.
Hoping my future provides more,
To salve the wounds that she bore.
