Memories

The daisy scented memories

Dance on my window sill

Watching through the shattered glass.

I broke it in a fit - throwing stones

I used to build a wall.

The closer it came to cracking

The lower my wall sank,

But still they dance outside,

And don't come dance with me.

I've asked them in so many times,

But something keeps them out.

It's him, but it's not his fault

Why should he live with memories

Dancing all around?

His life is now, while mine was then.

There's nothing for me here.

But if I could reach my memories

Oh what fun we'd have

Laughing to spite the pain

Dancing despite the rain

People often tell me

To look to the future

But if I could only reach the past -

It would be my happy home.

Amanda