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chance.

  If someone listened out for the call

  Then it could have done its

  Best to take a stand.

  How Will I See It?

  Back to the past,

  Memory lanes simultaneously shrink.

  Forgone to the process each and every week.

  Deteriorating flashes, presently succinct.

  Attention paying dues to an already approaching disease

  and disorder.

  Eyeing each second as quick as a blink.

  Currently back then, frightened and hesitant.

  Captured in the former,

  Relatable and relevant.

  Lost and a mourner,

  Growing as I think.

  Beyond what’s next,

  Behind what I’ve seen.

  Oncoming obstacles without simple resolutions,

  Any alternative is just gambling with solutions.

  Recall with Regret

  Signed my name away

  And still hope you return some day,

  To give me what we lost.

  Cherished long forgotten time,

  Solemn truth within the rhyme,

  Comes through the dawn.

  A past life with you and I…

  I’ve waited for so long

  How have you survived,

  knowing that beyond your eyes

  Lies the two of us?

  Held in place between the fate of our two worlds separated by…

  Hate and lust.

  Glare within then look at me

  And you will fine I’ve always been

  Where I should be.

  Where I have seen,

  Clear and distinct.

  Encased in a ring,

  Pictured within a frame.

  Through life’s lens,

  A perfect image

  With no restraints.

  Years and years come and go.

  I hope you don’t do the same

  And stay away from home.

  For what we’ve built is pure and real

  And what we feel despite our ills

  Is something to behold.

  For You To Have

  There is still much more to say.

  I was hoping you could fill in the rest.

  It’s strange how we both know my fate

  And yet continue our conversations.

  Even more strange that I considered you a friend

  Despite being a stranger.

  Your thoughts about me are for yours to keep.

  Talk about me if you must,

  But please be truthful.

  Too many lies are shared these days.

  Another one may bring more guilt upon you and others.

  Many have experienced what it is I’ve done

  And what I’ve been through.

  Make sure to comfort them and whoever is next.

  They may need you more than I did,

  And you may be able to help them more then you could me.

  Laughter can still heal,

  And happiness will always serve a purpose where it may.

  Only irony explains how I’ve learned to love both

  And yet wonder where they came from

  And why I never received their valued effects in full.

  Moving on is always necessary.

  I wish it didn’t have to be.

  We’re all going along.

  We’re all going.

  And that in itself is unbearable.

  Thank you.

  You listen,

  And I was heard.

  In return, I leave you.

  What is left is yours,

  And my biggest fear is that it’s not enough…