I’d hate to think of me as an afterthought.
A one shot glimpse of the past, like a flash of memory bursting into your mind when you see something familiar.
Maybe it reminds you of a certain time or place.
Just a second we might have shared.
But then it’s gone and I’m out of your mind again.
Not even a second thought.

I’d hate to be one of those people who can’t let things go.
That linger in the past .
That dwell on what if's.
Reminiscing about better times and youth; lost in drunken rambles to the wall.

I wish I was one of those men in one of those  movies.
Always knowing what to say and what to do.
Maybe I would have known  what to do then.
Maybe I would know what to do now.

I don’t want one of those happy ending.
I just want to be decently happy.
Is that so much to ask?
For decent happiness?