rediscovering past pains
remembering how much it hurts
seeing dried up tears on the pages

almost hearing the laughter described
touching the smiley faces
smiling at lost moments of happiness

smelling the pressed flowers
feeling the pride again
almost blushing at the thought

getting riled up with the rantings
allowing madness to rise up
letting the disappointment resurface

It is a wonder how one can forget
and how beautiful it is that we do
write your now, today

Out there, tomorrow
we shall read back and realize
we are always on our own

yesterday was a picture
that we stare at on the pages
there are always two truths

like castles on the sand
the waves will erase and alter
and your heart will rebuild

albeit differently