These Remembrances Dreams, thoughts swirling        still weigh heavy late at night,        constant remembrance stabbing the heart, continuously there, but something to be carried --              always. Troubled dreams,        of a life changed forever, It doesn't take much        for still they come. It can be something simple like a song on the radio or the words someone says --              innocently. The hardest thing ever        is letting go. thinking of the other,        but never of the self, forcing things to remain always like this, never to be a chance --        otherwise. The heart        continues to cry out silently, beating,        wishing things could be done differently, that this was only a dream, but this will not and cannot be --              ever. What's done is done.        Nothing can take back the angry words spoken,        the hurtful things said, yet the yearning continues, the remembrance is there, in spite of everything --              continuously. But the past is just that        and nothing more, something which arises        sometimes for no reason. so an uncertain future lies ahead, one filled with darkness, brought about by this change --              forever. Still in the deep recesses        of the mind these dreams        of what once was, of that something now gone, but still living in the heart, will never be forgotten --              these remembrances.

The wolf is my messenger