By Isabella Svenska
Date: 9 March 2001
Memories
Memories
Life is hard
Life is there
It’s constant
In my face
Like my heartbeat
And I have to endure it
Each day passes
And I wear my mask
And I wear my badge of courage
And it never gets easier
I think of him
It hurts
And each day he forgets me a little more
I’m sure I’m a distant memory
But he was my life
He’s my history
I planned our tomorrows
And there are no more tomorrows
Just yesterday
Memories
A daily thought
A daily memory
Enduring the memories is the hardest part
No one ever measures up
No one ever makes the distance
Only a memory of yesterday
I can still see him
In my eyes
I’m sure I’m well forgotten
I’m sure he’s forgotten me
I’m a distant memory to him
But he was my future
He was my life
We had plans and hopes and dreams
Dreams that have since been demolished
Dissipated into the wind
Like an old plastic bag playing in the wind of a storm
It’s beautiful to recollect
All of the memories that were us
But it’s hard to forget
And no one ever measures up to the memory
The memory that has since been forgotten
But I remember
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