Some
say the past
is over and
through
forgetting is
the thing to
do
The past keeps
returning
faces appear
images of ones
we hold so dear
In the silence
of the night
memories just
won't take
flight
Visions
haunting so
sincere
Inside
silently a tear.
Heather Burns
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-past-107/
