Nothing Comes to Mind

Nothing comes to mind

Sitting here enclosed by memories,
So happy; so alive and unharmed,
Yet so desolate and beaten down.
I try to think, try to remember,
How it was, how it could be.
But nothing comes to mind.

The more I think and try to recall,
The more each year slips and loses hold.
Why is it that what you want to forget
Is with you always like a taunting ghost?
But once you try to bring them back,
Nothing comes to mind.

The here, the now, the moving world;
It seems so real but is it really?
Or is it the future of a past long forgotten,
Come alive from what once was?
Now I remember! A hint of then…or not.
Still nothing comes to mind.

Nothing comes to mind.
The words blast me into pieces like a bullet.
How could I forget all the love?
But I did… and still do.
Each day a little piece slips away.
Then something of him comes to mind,
And I know I’ll never truly forget.