Living in the Past
I have loved as all have,
and as all want to.
But love did not last,
I loved an image but not her.
And I never knew that it would end this way.
I was lost in myself.
Inside a sea,
A sea of mistrust and fear.
I feared loving again,
I feared being hurt again,
Time does heal!
But how slow does time flow when we think of nothing but the past?
Love lost made me lose a part of myself.
The mere fact that she is not here is something hard to digest.
It is hard to come to terms with.
But I must,
As the past is but a ghost of our lives; a ghost that dwells in our memories.
Never given up on.
It is a sad smile,
On seeing an old poem.
On seeing a place we used to go to.
Thinking of the plans we made.
But I must forget; I must let go;
I must stop living in the past.