You Were My World In Another Life

It's too late for you to try to mean something to me in this new life... I wish you would've spoken sooner... Oh 2009, where did you take my friends to ?

Today I took a stroll down memory lane

Followed a dead trail of dried tears and young pain

I began to see a pattern

Of then and of now

What I thought truly mattered

Made sense back then, somehow

And in the end, all that remained

Were a few loose ends

Some "what coulda been" 's

The forgotten friends

And the cycle started over again

We all do it sometime

There's no avoiding the truth in my rhyme

We split the stitches open

Pick the scabs and watch it bleed

To remind yourself it did happen

A little reminder is all we need

We can't just let it heal and forget it

Often times we think we regret it

Just when you think you're happy

You always go and second guess

How would that life have been ?

Was the decision I made the best ?

The one logical answer to that

That rises above the rest

Is if it were meant to be

It already would've happened to me

And the cycle started over again

But where did this even begin ?

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

We will have many different lives. With the movement of work and new journeys. Will leave people behind.
"Pick the scabs and watch it bleed
To remind yourself it did happen"
The poem told of a journey with strength and many strong examples. We will question many things in a long life. Good people leave the door open to old and new friends. I like the ending to the excellent poem.
Coyote