Everyday reflections of life passing by become
 Moments of truth.
   Was she the one? Was I the fool? Did I really try?
 Forever imprints on a soul searching for belonging.
   Pondering the past becomes fatal to the future,
 Fixing mistakes that might not have been mistakes.
   Altering who I am, to become who she wants.
 Reliving memories that might have been great if only we had tried.
   Wanting, hoping, waiting for her to return.
 Knowing she is gone, memories engulfing me,
   Flooding me with moments of truth.
 Daily reflections of time gone by, memories of then.
   A past worthy of learning from yet not willing to admit.
 Distance grows, memory fades, and alas,
 She is but an imprint on my soul, the past...molding my future.