I remember falling
Asleep at the end of my bed
When it was far past two
And the sky was dark blue
I remember crying
Swearing at the atmosphere
Trying to figure out how
I fell out of love with you
The flashback hits hard
Reminds me of long, warm nights
When I couldn't fall asleep
When I was torn about you
The remorse was like a voice
In the back of my spinning mind
Making me cry
Cry over you
I remember the outside music
Played off the radio
Drowning out the crickets
In the distant light of the moon
I remember the heartache
The mix in confusion
The feeling of summer
The distance from you
A/N ~ Every once and a while it comes back so suddenly that it takes my breath away. Its like a slap in the face that I didn't expect that's mixed with all the anger, hurt, sadness, and joy of the past. There's a sense to every stage in life, like a vivid aroma; it buries itself into faces, music, melodies, shows, and voices. Its unbelievably strong and its so painful, like you have this lump in your throat that you want the simply rip out. There's no words that can describe it, only an unforgettable feeling. THIS is a flash back, not just a simple memory; it comes at unexpected times and gets under the skin like an irremovable itch. Its so drastically different for everyone, because no person is the same, nor are the memories. Its beautiful yet horrible to experience, to just sit there and relive what happened to you so long ago with all the emotions, sounds, faces, senses, and color coming back in full force. With this you know you remember the past, and you know you'll never forget it; its what makes the past so hard to let go of.
Soon it will be months later and I'll be having the same flashbacks about these nights that I stayed awake at night and wrote poems, listened to music, and felt sick with heartache. There will be a kind of sense to it, like the ones I associate the summer with in this poem. And maybe I'll miss it or maybe I'll be glad to be rid of it. It seems that I'll never be free of this, I'll never stop being dragged back to visit memories- whether I like it or not.
The song's not completely relevant at all, but its one of those that, every time I hear it, it makes everything come back. "Ships In The Night" - Mat Kearney.
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Unsent Letters
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