Walking down the streets of Memory’s Lane,
my eyes still refuses to close.
The mind stays still,
haunted by the thoughts of times lost and moments wasted.

Memories...
echoed footsteps
still following
to silence.
I turn back and look carefully at those images:
I am no more afraid,
I know the plot now
And everything will make sense soon,
God willing.
For I know,
That whatever I’ve lost through fate,
Whatever came between our sunshine and perfect world;
It is certain now that it saved me from the pains of tomorrows.
©kwamena_wrighter