not my photograph…
I’d lost, almost all the memories I’d had of you now, you’d walked away, out of my life, since I was so young, and all I could recall, was the backside of you, walking out of the door, of our former residence…
Memories of you I’d lost, it’s okay, I’m not, missing out on anything actually, all the memories I’d had of you were, not good, and because, I’d had it hard, growing up, so, I’d, consciously, told all those memories of you, to GET lost!!!
Memories of you I’d lost, in losing those memories of you, I’d actually, gained, believe it or don’t, I’d gained my childhood innocence back, that lack of self-confidence, as you’d loved, taunting me about the things that I did, or the way I’d looked back then, I don’t recall, a single one of them now.
not my photograph, in case anybody’s wondering…
Memories of you I’d lost, do I really, want to go there? Nope! And, there’s, NO way you can make me, and, you should know by now, and in case you don’t (here it is again!), I’m very stubborn, headstrong, and once I’d made my mind up, not even, hell freezing and thawing repeatedly is going to change my beliefs.
Life, the Obstacle Course 