Memories

I go forward into the past,

Touching upon things that I lived through.

Old memories and feelings gush into me,

Almost throwing me down with their force.

I love what happened them,

So much so that I feel pain in shaking hands with them again.

As I flip through the pages of the wonderful years gone by,

I remember the faces that changed me.

I can see the incidents floating in front of my eyes,

Reminding me of what had been,

And that it will never be the same.

What an ingeniously cruel thing to do,

To hurt me without a finger raised,

With only my fond memories.