04-02-19

The fondest memories are those we treasure,

Smiling fondly whenever we are reminded of them. 

We hold them close to our hearts,

Sometimes recalling them in our darkest hours,

So that we may have a beacon of hope for brighter days.

Often times, we try to recreate the moment,

Whether for personal longing or to share in the moment with someone special.

Yet no mater how perfect the replica,

The magic of the moment remains elusive,

Leaving us always in the past,

Searching for the good times in life.

With this 20/20 hindsight,

Always chasing after ghosts,

I wonder how there isn't more depression,

In a world turned non-magical.