Memories suspended in the haze of your mind.
Feelings weave among them, changing them with time.
Mingling, mixing, embedding deep within them.
Some neglecting them.
Are you willing to forgive?
Are you willing to accept?
Are you able to let go?
Will you already forget?
'Who are you to judge?' You ask, a question back at mine.
I answer who I'll always be; 'The haze that's in your mind.'
