I aim to never regret,
to never stare back and lose
myself
completely in the moments
which have passed...
For how long would I last
if my energy was sapped
and I no longer could map
my way back to here.
Better to steer clear of nostalgia.

But, I sometimes feel I have to,
to stay true to who I am
I must acknowledge that which made
me this.
That which all I can do now is miss;
Their Smile
Their Hug
Their Kiss
In truth, there is no greater pain than this.
Be it lover,
mother,
father
or other.
Their memory and scar of happier times
will always cause the chime
of destruction.

A fairly simple yet awful deduction.