Time, it goes by. Memories fade and blur.

What we remember and what actually happened

May not be the same, but what we choose them to be.

Words, are spoken. Sentences broken…..filling in the blanks.

They are all I have to use and conform

To remake the past how I want to see it

Patched together like a quilt, bit by bit.

Actions, not taken, ever forsaken.

Wishing we had that one more chance

To go back and do the things we did not

Wondering if we found all that we first sought.

They say that time, it heals all wounds.

How much time, and who are THEY to say

Its my life, my thoughts, my memories

And I chose to remember it my way.

Wounds don’t heal, they only fade to scars.

Scars that can be reopened again and again

With each thought, each memory….each word

…….each Time.