Random Write-Ups

Past Time

Underneath the shade

   of the tree

   I am thinking.

Reminiscing on the times

   that we've been

   playing, laughing.

Remembering the sweet

   memories and the

   joyful experiences.

Recalling each of your

   looks and even

   your glances.

Then I remember something,

   a detail that hit

   me like a train

The memory that reminded me

   that all I did

   was in vain.

The memory that told me

   that you didn't want me

   by your side anymore.

The memory that made

   my heart break

   and my eyes sore.

Sore because of crying,

   for you aren't 

   with me anymore.

It's a real wonder how

   I can think of 

   all of these things.

When all I want is 

   to past my time and to

   not feel anything.