I sat and watched
Relived every memory
The sad memories often striking first
The good memories often soothing the pain of the sad
Both intertwined as they were one in the same
As the good memories are often the saddest
And the saddest memories are often the good unforgotten
These memories often racing
To see which can finish first
In the glimpse of an eye the race is over and done
Until the lightning shatters the sky with its white-blue streak across the clouds
Brings me back to reality and I see those memories are only the reflection of my eyes
In the water drops as they race down the window as the storm rages on