I long for other moments.
Memories come uninvited
-as always-
The mind keeps going back
despite the profound resistance of the body.
I remember images, faces, smells
Some that I can never retrace
What could it possibly take to let it go?
Are mistakes ever forgiven?
Isn't the picture blurred
even if it's there?
We can never go back.
It's either a bad or a good thing.
So many dimmed lights
inside a dark room.
Can I find the door?
Can anyone?