15 Years

Memory filled junk
is all that is left
of what seems like
a lifetime
So I trashed it
Smashed it all
The merry-go-round
finally stopping in a place
I don't recognise
A new place
We have been on it for so long
everytime the horses stopped
The scenery was the same
and so we started all over again
The view is so very different now
and I did cry
I grieved one last time
and now I'm done
Burning these pieces of paper
and letting the ashes fly on the wind
Giving us back to the universe
A universe in which we should always
have stayed friends
It took ME 15 years to figure that out
I hope you figure it out one day too


~ Copyright Charlotte Sometimes (SRWB) 2008