Polaroids Lost in Time

Old Messages

I keep keeping them
when I know
I should let go.

Letters, words-
Ones that once held meaning-
I should not be keeping.

They make me smile,
One thing I haven't done in a while.
But they make me sad-
Reminding me of what I had
And I'll never have.

They bring a certain comfort
An assurance of some kind.
That what you said was something real-
Not just something in my mind.

And they bring pain,
A sudden burst in my veins.
I'll read them over and over again.
'Til there is no sadness to gain.