It is difficult to live in the present,
when my heart belongs in the past.
I miss my old life.
Isn't it odd how music attaches to memory?
I hear a beautiful melody,
and suddenly I am a junior in high school again.
Or dancing at winter formal with an old boyfriend.
Although I desperately want to go back,
I know that I must make new memories,
so that one day I have more songs,
to remind me of how beautiful my life has been.