by Veritas
Giving up the memory is harder than it sounds
I had no idea I wanted to remember
spring is nearing and I still can’t feel it
I’ve grown too accustomed to the feeling of December

everything has grown up all around me
I can’t see the forest for the trees
my life is now slipping farther from me
with only a memory left of you with me

some benevolence is taking you farther from me
but somehow I know scars will remain
holding back your hidden smile as a reminder
our faults have too soon become restraints

if only I could have sweet forgetfulness
as I walk away I look back
and as you fall silently I slip farther and farther
at last eyes are closed, free from attack

the sands of time have blasted away the tears
but ghosts of past still go fading past
Am I the only one who can feel them flying?
while the grains of life go sliding through fingers to fast