They do exist, have their own lives,

reminders and memories,

some are always going to be shadows.

It might a good melody on the radio,

a familiar ballad, I want to play it

repeatedly, imagining only sweet love.

There are parts of my life, I cannot forget,

and really only want them back,

in my heart feeling whole again.

It’s the time I felt I really hurt her,

and then when she told me she missed me,

that left a void only my heart will fill.

Today, only the retelling of my life,

will help those pieces of my heart return.

Until that time may occur, I’ll continue

to hold hope for healing with reminders.