Family and friends come to mind,
When thinking about my past.
Lots of gatherings through the years,
Some things accomplished

The past once existed.
The past lives on.
The past had fond memories.
The past had bad memories.
We have to work on the past,
Inorder

Imagine
You are sitting
Near a grave

That happens to be
Your father's or
Family member

Our feelings or
Tears are touching
Out the

Doesn't it hurt, the summers lost
When the days meant no worries
And your friends were your friends
Late nights gave way to

It is a shifting, ghost silhouette- an animate corpse that shuffles without direction along the bone-littered shores of