Your embrace; a sweet and loving memory normally,
Now seems only like a distant and forbidding past.
The way your arms would encircle me was always considered a safety zone,
Only, I wonder if it'd feel like a cage of depression.
Sparkling eyes from the thoughts of the days we once shared,
But, can anyone tell me, is it just from the lighting of false hope?
Whenever I think back to all that we once held dear,
I feel a sense of calm, or is it merely of numbing despair?
The visions of before the carnage wake me from my sleep,
Yet, I can't recall if it's positive or negative to my mind.
When I remember the way your lips felt against mine,
All it seems like is the whispers of butterflies wings.
When I have memory of birds and flowers entrapped in silver,
The endless tears stream down my cheeks and into my lap.
So, now I ask; can you tell me one thing?
Are they from happiness or sadness?
Can we fix this disastrous mess?
