All memories have there own riddle
Searching for that certain memory I urgently scribble
I desperately sort through every rhyme and reason
My paper fills up with thoughts of every season
Why do I remember all the insignificant details
But not my life altering fairytales
Have I erased them out of my mind
Or is it possible my brain is going blind
In an instant it all comes back to me
Flowing like rivers to the sea
In an intricate weaving of joy and fear
I quietly shed a tear
For it is at this time that I realize what I have lost
She has left a footprint in my heart that will forever be embossed
My paper floats to the floor
And before it hits the ground I am out the door
Not knowing what I am going to say
I quickly pull my car out of the driveway
Before I knew it I was knocking on her door
Saying that I forgot to do what I had always swore
She simply looked me in the eye
And said,
Good-Bye
