everything here is not mine anymore
the memories are packed in a bag
and thrown in the back of the car
while we stare at the lake, which was once ours
wondering where time flew to
and why so damn fast?
bitter sweet tears trickle
stinging the chapped lips of a bright eyed seven year old
waiting for dad to come home from a long days work
soaking into the skin of a wiser eighteen year old
waiting for the day when she has someone waiting for her
so many moons risen, so many fell
taking away the pain
and creating new ones
why does it hurt so damn much?
why do we go around wanting what we don't have
not thinking about what we do?
what was mine is not mine
anymore
it's someone else's joy and pain
some else's memories will be created and destroyed
as ours flash before the big screen of my mind
watching the memories wash away
like the waves that
are not mine