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Not remembering people
Is hard
Like losing an important
Part of your heart
Thought sometimes
Forgetting
Is for the best,
Don't you know?
A bird out the nest
Can't hurt it's young,
Right?
A lover forgotten
Leads to heartbreak untold
But what is a heart to a thousand dead
That may yet unfold?
Great many people
May die
If they are remembered,
So it's for the best
Bygones be bygones,
And all the rest.
But you can't help but remember,
Somewhere deep,
Without access,
Someone you love,
Someone you cherish,
Someone you hid
From the world
And from you.
Now
You look at the child
And you see someone else.
For a moment,
A second,
There is someone else
Smiling at you,
The same way she did
Years ago.
Who's she?
You don't know.
You can't see her at all
Anymore.
Whatever is left
Is buried too deep,
Is scattered too far,
You left her to rot.
The clues are all there
And yet you can't see,
For all the mirrors
You face,
You are blind
To what has been done
By you
To her,
And to you,
And to him.
He looks up at you
Such joy in his face,
And you wonder
How hearts
Are so cruel
As to break.
Shattered glass fills your mind,
Drowned in anguish you're faced,
The water reached up
While you were still dazed.
The water is cursed,
The child tells you so.
You remember her face,
In a moment it's gone.
There is someone still
In front of you now.
His eyes are the same
As ones that you loved.
You wonder how hearts
Can remember so well,
When everything's gone
All that's left is a shell.
‘Cause road to hell
Is paved
With what you’ve done.
And time doesn’t heal
The shards that you left,
Or make them less wrong.
It's been 20 years,
You don't know this for sure.
You've been here since then,
Washed up on the shore.