Echoes

The memories, they echo,

Like a whisper in my mind.

They remind me of the past,

That I never want to see again.

They form a web, a tapestry

Of images and emotions, that haunt my thoughts eternal.

The one that plays, like a mental film, changes on a whim,

One second I think “How could he do that? What did I do?”

The next I feel a happy sadness, about lost love of an age long gone.

And with these recollections come moments of thought,

“What should I have done? What could have I done?”

“Was it worth it, in the end, or was it just for naught?”

“Love never dies, it is merely forgotten, and it always waits to regrow.”

The truth of course, is that I cherish

These long-bygone memories.

In all the bliss and all the despair,

They shaped myself today.

For if not for these echoes,

That resonate in my mind,

How would I have ever learned

What was wrong and right?