Haunted
Memories, like ghosts,
Playing out right before your eyes,
As if they were just taking place.
And they keep going, unstoppable,
Unchangeable, though you may wish they were.
Wanting to go back, knowing what you do now,
And do it all over again,
Fix it so everything would be right,
Or just to see how things could have been.
Not wanting to remember, to see,
But having no control.
Haunted by the past,
And empty in the present.
