Our Memoir

Our Memoir

They say time heals everything,

And to a sense that is true,

But I am within the walls of memories,

That are painted of times spent with you,

There’s no feeling of you that still lingers,

No heart break or ill will,

but I remember the once touch of your fingers,

and our memories in each room stand still,

This house, these walls, hold on to a time,

To a different part of me,

From a point where my love was blind,

That held onto me until I was able to see,

I loved you and lost you in this state,

And it's been years since then,

But a first love, never disappears it simply fades,

Once bright memories, dimmed,

And it is a strange interaction,

Because I have other times within these walls,

But there is a still a slight fraction,

Where only my time with you is what I recall,

I don’t miss you,

And we are both better off where we are,

But this place reminds me of something I once knew,

This state, these walls resemble our memoir.