Memory Banks.

Yesterday's walls are black and white,
They play my memories,
Bruised and tattered.

These old reels are falling apart,
As I constantly review us,
Running through the long grass,
Climbing senselessly up trees,
Jumping into muddy rivers.

Yesterday you'd have turned around,
You would have smiled and grabbed my hand,
And taken my breath away.

My hands are empty now,
Because yesterday is gone,
It's in the dim banks of our river,
Hiding so deep, it'll never come back,
Today is all that's left.

Yesterday you'd have forgiven me,
Taken the blame into your hands,
And me into your arms.

I'm left alone,
With the sounds of rushing water,
Normally comforting,
But not when it encourages the reels to rewind,
And replay.