The memories of what we were, they just, keep on, comin’ back, faster than a mile a minute! The memories of what we were, they kept, flooding up into my mind, and, I just, can’t shake them off my mind here, and, they’d become, too troublesome for me to cope with now…
not my photograph…
The memories of us, the places we’d shared that special moment in, our first kiss, the first time we said “I love you” to each other, they’re still, very vivid in my mind, and, I just, can’t find any joy, when I recalled these moments of our happier past together.
The memories of us, I’d already, SCORCHED that part of my life, well, I’d, scorched your photos, I’d, gotten rid of everything that reminded me of you, and, boy, I’d, cleaned everything out, and, I now have, an empty house!
The memories of us, well, I’d already, LOST all of that, I’m now left, with the memories, of JUST me, without Y-O-U, and, this, is totally, outside of MY expectations, but, I’m actually, doing, quite dandily here…………
not my photograph here still…
The memories of us? There isn’t any of it left, I’d, locked it all up inside that box, with the chains, and, I’d, tossed that, into the deep blue sea, and, down it sank, to the bottom, of the ocean floor!
Life, the Obstacle Course 