Memories

Memories are all that I have left of you
Figments that run wild in my imagination
Fluttering, sputtering, I grasp at it
Only to see myself empty handed

I was naive, young, and bold
Daring to dream
Daring to hope things would last forever
but alas, Life continues

Life is a cruel and heart wrenching mistress
And I too gullible to her ways
Daring to hope
Daring to dream
Daring to convey

Waddling about
Season changes
Day turns to night
The sun exits so the moon can shine
And here I am, in this festival of lights
Wondering where my memories will go
As you lead us to our next