The past is the past
But I never understood
What moving forward meant
Or how anyone could.

Rapid fire memories
Could sink this floating ship
Into the cruel undertow
My blur heart would dip.

The fondest of relationships
Have been worn to one side each
And the glued on ruby lenses
Will not let them teach.

Perhaps I shall sink
And mourn what time tore
I do not have the strength
To swim forward anymore.