It’s been about a year and a half
Since I moved out of my old house
Because of my parents divorce.
And I just recently started to realize...
I’m forgetting it.
I’m forgetting what it looked like
The memories that happened there.
And even though many of them were bad,
So many others were good.
And I don’t want to forget...
I just want to move on.
But I can’t.
I wish I could go back
But I can’t.
I wish I could get my parents back together again
But I can’t.



I can’t do anything.