Pictures that flash before your eyes but only in your mind

Some parts are clear and others are vague

Some of the pieces mock you just out of your reach

Some of the pieces taunt you as you think of what could have been

The times you could have changed

The way you could have lived

The days you could have been a better person

It's like the stars

You see them but you cannot touch them

You cannot change them

They are there

Sometimes the memories bring joy and happiness

And sometimes all memories bring is regret

A/N: This poem was born out of a flashback I had a few days ago. It kind of creped me out that I remembered it even slightly but it was so vivid but little details {the year for one thing} were impossible to remember. But, let's just say it also brought along a new type of hatred for Valentine's Day. Thanks for reading my poem.