What Is To Come

The soft whispers of my past
Blow a soft breeze upon my ear
The ways I felt all my pain within the years
Give a small tingle on my spine
The way I quiver when I think back or even hear his name
Its getting alto better now, but I still receive goose bumps when I hear his hallow tone
I will never allow myself to be tortured in such a way
He was replaced and so was the pain
At first there remained love and joy
Dug up from before and re-incarnated to form my second love
But then once the we past a certain point within our selfs
There remained the pain I recall so very well
The memories of our days are distant
But only because the tears clouded my sight
And now that I am moving on
Unknowingly to him I remain in fear of what is to come.