I stare out a dusty picture window,
at a day that now burns navy blue in the
The leaves on the trees turned upward,
signing a storm on the horizon.
Darkness seems to shroud my world
both inside and outside these
I remember sunny days,
and flowers in the garden,
thinking of you and how close
I know we once were.
That was another time,
one that has now gone the
distance within the tangle of
two lives seperated.
That part of my life has become
a mystery obscured inside the
twisted pieces of a puzzle,
that now exsist within an enigma.
Some say to forget,
others suggest moving forward.
And I have, but it seems that
I have carried you with me.
A certain smell, an inescapable sound,
all this and more, can pull you from
the webs within my mind and make
you fresh to memory once again.
My walls are my protection,
I have succesfully removed
the thought of you
from this tiny place
that I call home.
I could flip a switch
within my mind,
you'd be gone.
Some women wait for something to change and nothing does, so they change themselves.