Memories are like clouds—

some are like the white fluffy ones

floating carelessly in the sky

bringing happiness and joy

putting a smile on the face

                    and

some are like the dark clouds

that stays, bringing with them

thunder and lightning

causes pain in the heart

and bring tears to the eyes.

You can accept
Be grateful
You cannot expect anything in this world
Regardless of the relationship or source
The reasons don't matter
Be gracious
Walk away with your head held high
Let go and move forward

I do know what I need
in a comfort planting seeds
and a summer's heat of sheets
we planted a garden of fancies
of grown sweet delights.
My voice is shy and I'm reluctant
with I wish to express
through this throat.
I'm an introvert
and so I tremble
like the weight
of the crumbling
stones
that hit this statue,
and eventually
You're hand in hand
as I become the dust,
of once but now
not known.