I hear the voices fading from my ears
Their faces are blurred images
Slowly escaping from my mind.
And try as I may to reconstruct
The memory of those I've loved before
I'm aided by a cruel reminder of regret.
Perhaps those we encounter in our lives,
Some times they are our friends first,
Later on becoming strangers.
And at times perhaps time itself
Moves in reverse, only forcing us to see
Our own faults and the reason for them.
However, if time would only move forward
Perhaps yesterday we could have learned
What tomorrow's mistake will be.
What if we could keep the memory
Of those we've lost alive
By simply telling them good bye?