All things Past.

All things Past.

Too easily lost,

It slips away

In a breath,

Too late

To remember.

Never found,

Once gone.

It is slow to forget

And quick to regret.

Always there,

Protected in

Memory,

Projected inward,

Re-enacted

Unconsciously.

Changed by degree,

With every thought.

Coloured by design,

Shaping,

Re-arranging.

Trying too hard

To discern meaning,

From bits and pieces,

That come too easily

To mind,

And missing

This very moment.

The impact of past,

The loss of youth,

The folly of

Rumination.

When what was,

Has gone.

And what is,

Can be missed,

In a heartbeat.

Leaving a hole

That gets deeper

With every passing year.

Until you stop

Digging.

Do it soon,

Before you drop.