sterile glade
I feel the memories of us
Pass through me
Like a lone ghost wandering around
Like a dream you can't remember
But you want to
A moment you’d kill to go back to
But you won’t
You can’t
I can’t
It comes in waves of grief
Of frustration I can’t leave behind
Unlike how you left me
And your ghost’s past passes through me
And time rewinds for an instant
And allows me to remember our
Flaming youth
But time's arrow has no other use
Than to move forward
I feel the memories of us
Pass through me
But I can’t think of you while writing
For too long
Or I’ll let myself
Break down
At Least if I do
I’ll be doing it in remembrance
Of the ghost of you
rough brook