You're just a memory
that lived on the rainy streets of yesterday,
and the echoes of noise that traveled forth
the time that meant nothing but just
a simple experience meant to be forgotten.
A terrible memory I chose to throw away
on a written piece of paper; crushed.
The distant past kept locked like
unused clothes never worn since bought.
Streetlights' dim light and sheen created
the same sensation of sorrow like a film played,
maybe more than a century's worth.
A heart's that's about to crack and break-
to a puzzle unable to be pieced back.
Because it's a memory not worth remembering
that I chose to forget it all.